You've put this whole thing in the hands of the Lord, now don't take it out again. Just trust Him. Billy'll come back safe and sound, and there'll be some good reason for it," said Mrs. Severn. And Aunt Saxon, smiling wistfully, shyly apologetic for her foolishness, greatly cheered and comforted, went.

"You ain't sick to your stomach, are you, mother?" Peggy repudiated this with scorn. "Maggie," she said softly, "I want that you should write that out real plain for me, in print. I'm going to take it up to the bungalow." "Billy'll cuss us." Maggie turned coward. "Oh! I ain't going to let Mr. Drew think Billy done it." Peggy was waxing bold.

You fellows would better fill up now, for you'll have to have plenty to stand up on." "Trust us," laughed Billy. "We may be slow in some things, but when it comes to filling up, we're some pumpkins. But I certainly do feel sore about that stew." "Billy'll never get over that," laughed Bart. "He had his mouth all fixed for it.

I reckon Billy's been 'lowin' that so long as he couldn't be my fust, owin' to delays an' happenin's, he'd make out to be my las'. I been kinder expectin' that Billy'd come along for fifty-odd years an' every time I'd git a chance to git ma'id I'd kinder put it off, thinkin' he mought turn up, an' every time I'd bury a husband I'd say to myself, 'Now maybe this time Billy'll be comin' along. I been namin' my chilluns arfter him off an' on.

Don't cry; Billy'll be back in a little while, an' then we'll git in where it's good an' warm." "I want my supper!" wailed Australia. Then it dawned on Mrs. Wiggs for the first time that, in the excitement of preparation, supper had been entirely overlooked. "Well, if that don't beat all!" said she. "I had jes' 'bout as much idea of supper as a goat has of kid gloves!"

I think she'll git her back up an' that ol' Billy'll be shootin' off his mouf, but we-all done entertained Miss Ann an' ol' Billy an' them ca'ige hosses goin' onter three months already this year an' it's high time some er the res' of the fambly step up. What's the matter with Marse Big Josh? An' if he air onable what's the matter with Marse Lil Josh?

"You ought to go once, Barney, if only to show the minister that you're rightly grateful to him for showing you about them there books and figures and a-pointing out your mistakes to you. And anyhow, if you don't go, you'll be hanging out in that there pool-room, and first thing you know you won't be decent and respectable and Billy'll have to fire you."

The worst seems to be over, for some reason." "Billy got Charlie Jackson to call the Indians in," said Lydia. "Good work!" exclaimed Amos. "Are you both all right?" "Yes," answered Lydia. "Go on! Billy'll take care of us." "I'll wait for you at the willows, a mile below Last Chance," said Billy. "Land," said Lizzie, as the car swung through the hurrying whites, to the road.

"O go to h with your parole," said the spokesman of the crowd, with nonchalant contempt; "we don't want none of your paroles. Old Billy'll parole us before Saturday." To us they said: "Now, you boys want to cheer right up; keep a stiff upper lip. This thing's workin' all right. Their old Confederacy's goin' to pieces like a house afire.

Frightened, the old darky looked around; then began slowly to back toward the door of the cell, just beyond which stood the line of soldiers. "Yo'al jes' wait," he spoke in a hoarse whisper. "Ol' Uncle Billy'll see what he c'n do." He backed out of the cell as he finished and the door clanged behind him. "It seems that we have at least one friend," remarked Hal, after Uncle Billy had gone.