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“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp.,He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand.,Moses blushed deeply and dared not raise his eyes from the ground lest Isobel should see his embarrassment.,Jimmy was the first to stand and cheer.,“Moses! Betty! Time fer school!” called Mrs. Wopp. Betty, satisfied that after Moses’ frenzied ministrations she was quite presentable, hastened into the house. Moses fled into the yard where he became very active splitting wood, his guilty conscience adding efficiency to his arm.,But Mrs. Bennett wasn’t blaming any one; she didn’t really know what the excitement was all about.,When the train snorted into the station the two were there, Billy with his loaf under his arm, his can dangling. Most of the arrivals were townsfolk home from visits to the stricken city; but a few, evidently strangers, descended and stood by themselves.,“You are one simp,” he comforted, at the same time putting his own overcoat about the shivering boy.,“You needn’t fight any more,” Vilette said, loftily; “we shall marry her ourselves.”,Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical.,Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests.,Outside the spring warmth and fragrance enfolded the children as a mantle, opening their hearts to each other. Billy showed his flock of pigeons, his white chickens and the house where they roosted and brought forth their fluffy broods. Old Bouncer barked and capered about them; and the little girl tried to decide which cat was the prettiest, white Flash watching for gophers in the green alfalfa, or Sir Thomas Katzenstein, his yellow mate, basking in the sun. “He isn’t yellow like any other cat I ever saw; he’s shaded so beautifully.”.