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“Next month when currants are ripe you shall see.”,“Do you think fun the first business of the world?”,The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit.,In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,Peter Stolway carried a large paper bag, and as the carrots fell with resounding thuds into the bin, they seemed like inebriated question marks, so ungainly and irregular were their shapes. One giddy carrot teetered on the edge as though about to entertain the onlookers by an acrobatic performance.,“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.,Moses regretted a hundred times his refusal to grant Betty’s request for two bits. He had since offered it and had tried to thrust it on her, but injured pride could not thus be appeased.,Nell’s mirth at Betty’s choice of a hymn could be stifled no longer. Howard’s studied aloofness yielded before her laughter and the hand that was not supporting Betty caught and pressed the small dimpled fingers of Nell.,Mr. Wopp looked up in approval and brandished a formidable looking piece of fat meat, precariously poised on one prong of his fork and in his efforts to lose none of its dripping flavor, described an uncertain spiral in the air.,Upstairs the lightning filled Betty’s room with a weird intermittent radiance. The child had become increasingly drowsy and asked Howard to sing her to sleep.,“No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”,“And what’s the ‘chinning’ to be about?” she questioned, sitting on the bedside; “the fortune?”.