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“Mosey!”,“Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.”,Out of the tail of her eye Betty noted this little touch of sentiment and was much impressed.,“You hitch Jethro to yer ole ’xpress waggon, ’n I’ll hitch Job to a prune-box with spool-wheels,” suggested Betty.,The broad shaft of sunlight that flooded the dining-room where Nell Gordon sat was suddenly darkened. Looking up she saw the tall straight figure of Howard Eliot at the doorway.,“Mosey!”,As Betty stood in her garden whispering to Jethro, Nell Gordon came slowly down the path. For many weary weeks Howard Eliot had evaded her in every way. Was his jealousy so strong as to part them irrevocably? She remembered with remorse the flutterings of her heart when genius had knocked. She had learned since that greatness and domestic felicity are seldom associated even in the mind of the most ardent lover. Zalhambra was a human cyclone, he had simply carried her away for the moment with his magnetic personality. She had come through the experience with the conviction that ordinary everyday capabilities make for happiness, while genius is an abnormal condition bringing joy to the multitude, but disaster to the individual. All her femininity called out now for the support of a strong nature unhampered by genius.,To stay the cloud that began to gather over Moses’ brow, Howard suggested going to see a vaudeville show.,Betty, who had understanding, was not turned from the subject of her thoughts.,CHAPTER XIV.—BETTY AMONG THE FLOWERS,She smiled faintly. “Then my feelings must be bloodthirsty, Billy. How dreadful!”,Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl..