“Say, little kid, what’s your name?” he asked, merrily, as he routed a great white cat from his own chair and placed it before the fire for the child.,
“Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day.,
The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit..
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