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“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.” Moses’ intuition regarding St. Elmo’s retreat proved to be correct, and it was a sadly dejected countenance on which he gazed when he looked into the cave. Tears, dirt, and the juice of Saskatoon berries mingled on the fair sleeping face of the child, until he seemed to be the very Cree Indian he had so often personated in his play. His long curls were tangled and matted with small twigs. His diminutive brown velvet coat displayed a large rent in the elbow through which oozed a pathetic-looking suppuration of pink and white checked shirt. “No, Mosey, I must hurry and get some flowers fer school to-day.”.
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“Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!” “Mary Ellen Smith; but my mama calls me May Nell; and she says—she says ‘kid’ is vulgar.” The last words were very shy. [89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching. “Hurry up, Moses,” she called, as soon as her joy had subsided, “git those pipes finished an’ go arfter yor chores.”.
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