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“They’ve stolen her, all right. I don’t know why, but I know who,—it’s the Ha’nt people!” Billy panted, coming out of the Lodge. “This milk happens to be cream. I’ve been wondering what kind of a dessert will take all this.” Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed. “Yes; but—oh, Billy, it’s awful to have to grow up and be proper. I begged mamma not to put my dresses down, but I’m past thirteen, and big as she is. And—”.