“And you’re my Ladybird sister,” Billy said, very softly for him, and threw his arm about them both.,
Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road.,
He kept his hands from hers, and begged her not to touch the handkerchief he had bound around his head; but before his story was finished, a growing stain on the pillow had oozed into sight..
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