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“I wouldn’t jist say he cant git up, Mrs. Wopp, fer Mrs. Bower sewed the tear up fer him; but the pants bein’ still on him and Joe bein’ shy-like she felt too narvous to make a good job of it an’ I reckon Joe is afeard those few stitches Mrs. Bower put in may not be very secoor.”,“Now, Mosey, you like the new teacher’s well’s I do, else why were you showin’ off before her, ridin’ Ladybird like mad.”,The quaint words seemed incongruous for so small a child, as did her self-control; and the accent on the last syllable of “mama” made her seem almost foreign to Billy. Yet he admired her anew as she tried to hold still her trembling lips, to restrain her tears; as she threw up her head, winked hard, and felt vainly for a handkerchief.,The boy scudded lightly across the narrow open space to the shelter of a manzanita tree, and looked back again; but no one appeared. Did he still hear the softly quarrelling voices? He fancied so. The sudden dip of the sun behind a hill darkened the scene threateningly, and brought a return of “the creeps.”,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright.,She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.”,“Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly.,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical.,“Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’”,“Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones.,“My clothes mostly,” he replied, hoping he had told the truth, though a dreadful, big feeling in his head, the humming in his ears, and the pain in his eyes, made him guess he had told a lie..