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Rh Margaret Sinton rocked slowly back and forth in her chair. On her breast lay Billy's red head; one hand clutched her dress front with spasmodic grip, even after he was unconscious. "You mustn't begin that, Margaret," said Sinton. "He's too heavy. And it's bad for him. He's better off to lie down and go to sleep alone." "He's very light, Wesley. He jumps and quivers so. He has to be stronger than he is now before he will sleep soundly."