Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties.,
“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,
Now he flew off down the county road at a speed that made passers turn; but he saw no one. He neither slackened nor looked back till he found himself at the river where the little island rose, flower-crowned. The poppies were fewer; and where a month before the flame-flower had triumphed, to-day wild roses perfumed the air..
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