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The child was “boiling inside,” yet she believed Bouncer’s life depended on her obedience. And anyway, Billy would come in a minute. Oh, why wasn’t he there now!,“He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses.,June had been unusually warm and dry, and careless early campers had already started their annual conflagrations. Now high over the crest of the mountain the flames came sweeping down; came with the wind from the valley on the other side where they had raged till fuel was exhausted.,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,“But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”,“And help?” May Nell asked, eagerly.,“Thought I’d eloped? I ought to when I’ve brought you an extra mouth to feed.” He was splashing and spluttering in the lavatory off the kitchen.,As he crashed again through the close-grown brush he almost forgot the ugly scene just enacted below. He had been sorry to leave Bouncer to come with the girls; now he was glad. It was good to be quite alone up there with Nature in her less familiar places. A dark ravine lured him. Well as he knew the mountain he had never explored this gorge. The delicate fragrance of wild azaleas greeted him; he could see their pale pink bloom tipping the tall trees that rose out of the chaparral forty or fifty feet above the stream that tinkled beneath them.,“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty.,“Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’”,“Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly.,“He mustn’t git thinkin’ too much of hisself ’cause o’ what he did this day,” warned the boy’s mother. “Pride goes afore distruckshing, an’ a horty spirit afore a fall.”.