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Now a steamboat was on hand. At odd times for weeks, Billy, Harold, and one or two other boys, under secrecy of lock and key, had been slowly bringing to completion a wonderful structure.,“Jiminy crickets! What’s happened, kid?” Billy asked, slowing up beside him.,Mrs. Wopp, after ascertaining that the little boy had received no bodily injury, stood mopping her heated face with the half-mended sock. She ceased operations to survey Betty more carefully.,“Amen!”,“You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken.,“Biff on the eye!” she cried.,“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.,Even the white chickens followed in a cackling bunch as they always did when Billy appeared at this hour, for it was almost feeding time. And the pigeons wheeled and whirred, lighting almost under foot only to be up and off again, a flash of white and gray.,They were at the dripping roadside tank and back in a trice. Gently where a moment before he had been ferocious with anger, Billy wiped his play-mate’s face, or rather, changed the mud from one spot to another, got him to his feet again, and finally into the buggy with the little girls by his side.,“They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp.,“By heck!” he thundered.,“Fer the love o’ Mike, kid, how did you git here?” said Moses, rousing the small sleeper. “Gosh, but yer face needs warshin’.”.