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“Never mind grammar, or spelling, whichever it is; what did Flash do?”,“Billy,” she called.,Mrs. Bennett seemed to know exactly what to do. She took out and displayed to May Nell some of the generous gift of child’s wear sent by Mrs. Dorr from the wardrobe of the twins, placed the basket within the door, and introduced the children. Billy wondered what else might be in the basket that made it “act so heavy; it couldn’t be shoes.” He looked critically at May Nell’s small feet.,“I couldn’t understand it then. Now I do. My own sister is that bravest of lovers.” His words rang with pride as well as love.,Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.,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!,A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter.,CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS.,“Flash has cake, Sir Thomas cheese,” Edith explained, giving each his coveted bit. They took the morsels from her fingers, ate them delicately, and mewed once. “That’s ‘Thank you,’” Edith interpreted.,“Billy, you’re a wise guy. This beats Maskey’s,” Harold declared.,Notwithstanding Moses’ endeavors to be attractive, Isobel Crump’s voice, as she addressed her brother’s friend was so frigid that her words penetrated his ear like sharply-pointed icicles.,“St. Elmo’s lost, Ma,” wailed Maria. “We can’t find him and he’s wandered down the creek.”.