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Bouncer tied? That red handkerchief! The boy went cold and pale. Before he looked he knew that May Nell was not there. He turned his white face to the others as they came up.,As he reached for his cap a door opposite the one through which he had passed opened, and the grey head of the sexton appeared.,“Wisht that orful pitcher ’d fall inter the swill-pail an’ then turn a somerset in the soot-pile,” murmured the boy as he noticed the care exercised over its safety.,CHAPTER III.—A DAY AT SCHOOL.,CHAPTER X SIR THOMAS KATZENSTEIN,Next followed a buckboard gaily painted red. Mrs. Mifsud and her daughter Maria aged fourteen who had taken a “quarter” of music lessons and was now the organist of the church, were occupants. Between them was wedged the pet of the family St. Elmo Mifsud a child of four. St. Elmo wore long chestnut curls and an angelic expression. Clarence Egerton Crump, Mrs. Mifsud’s nephew who was visiting his aunt and cousins, accompanied the family on his wheel.,but not the strong log house where——” He hesitated, and May Nell quoted on glibly,,“White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.”,Harold turned and looked to where May Nell stood with the twins, sorting her flowers. “Isn’t she a daisy, though? Little—why, she’s only a baby.”,“But it isn’t ten o’clock.”,“When Joner got to Jopper, bein’ an honest man, he paid his fare.”,Mrs. Bennett knew better than Billy how much thumping a boy could live through; and reassured him while she took off his soiled garments, and started below for hot water and remedies..