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“You don’t like Sir Thomas because he’s a little indolent.”,“You’re a plucky kid, all right,” he replied, touched more than he would have admitted. “I won’t hurt the dog if you do as I tell you.” He looked for a cord or rope, but found none, and pulled from his pocket a red handkerchief. “Tie this around his neck; let one end hang down.”,From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,“Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day.,“That’s enough, Billy. Jimmy Dorr and George Packard are coming.” She was a sensible woman, yet she disliked to expose her boy to Jimmy’s caustic tongue. But Billy was equal to more than Jimmy.,“But your school, my child! You must be educated; you—”,“Are you sure, my boy? I’ll go with you—”,“Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!”,He indicated a fair-haired child, a baby in size, though her face gave hint of more years than her slender body. She wore woman’s shoes, and one was torn; a draggled skirt pinned up in front and trailing behind; and a folded sheet drawn around her shoulders. Yet no incongruity of dress could disguise the refined beauty of her face, or of her uncovered hair.,The Wopps, father and son, attacked the load of hay with such vigor that it was quickly disposed of. Just as the last forkful was being pitched over the corral fence, the boy looking up saw a vehicle approaching.,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,CHAPTER III.—A DAY AT SCHOOL..