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The sehoolhouse stood with a wide sloping green before it and a tangle of second growth forest behind it. It was not an old building, but had the appearance of senile old age. Its coat of cheap terra-cotta paint had cracked into many wrinkles; its windows looked dully out like the lustreless eyes of an old, old man. The ante-room roof had been blown off by a winter's gale and replaced inaccurately, so that it set awry, jaunty and defiant, challenging the world. Its door hung on one hinge, leaning sleepily against a knife-scarred wall. A rail fence ran about the yard which was filled to choking with a rank growth of smart-weed. In one corner of the yard was a well with a faded blue pump holding the faded red arm of a handle toward the skies, as though evoking high heaven to bear witness that it was never intended to lead such a lonely and useless existence.,Mona, turning, confronts the frightened group in the corner, both men and women, with a face changed and aged by grief and indignation.,“You hitch Jethro to yer ole ’xpress waggon, ’n I’ll hitch Job to a prune-box with spool-wheels,” suggested Betty.,"Do you remember the evening you taught me the country dance that I said was like an old-fashioned minuet? And what an apt pupil I proved! I really think I could dance it now. By the by, my mother never saw one danced. She"—apologetically—"has not been out much. Let us go through one now for her benefit.",She glances at her watch. It is now a quarter past three; so there is no time to be lost. She must hasten.,"There has not been a sound to-day,“Yes. All the men that were left were harmless. But as soon as I had given the word, I was off to meet the captain. I thought he and his bunch would never show up.”,“Weren’t you hurt?” asked Bob.,"Now, my boy, I'm ready to tell--" Here Jen stopped and looked blankly at the wall.,Johnny smiled condescendingly. “You don’t know how strong I am, Uncle Isaac. Look at my muscle here.”,The stout gentleman had a tight grip on Johnny’s little red ear.,Evening veil'd in dewy shades,.