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“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.” School having been closed a week for repairs Miss Gordon had brought Betty to the shining city of her childish dreams. Thy high commands shall quick be done.”.

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“Nothin’.” “Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented. “How much will you pay fer them fer my missionary box?” bargained the child. “Will four shinin’ new quarters do?” They came upon him a second later, insensible, his head bleeding from a scalp wound. Hurriedly the Sheriff lifted him close to the brook, dashed water over his face, washed out the cut a little, and bound it with his handkerchief, not untenderly if in haste; for Billy had won something more than his approval..