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St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood.,“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!”,“Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.”,If I only had an Idean vine; what is it, Billy?”,“Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued.,The sound was an ominous warning to Moses, to finish his breakfast with all possible speed.,“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence.,“You can search me.” Billy was about to remark further, when a commotion arose among the school children just passing on their way home.,“Been talkin’ to a grave-digger?” queried Mrs. Wopp, of her offspring, as Moses selected a comfortable seat, his sober face still bearing traces of the last few days’ anxiety. She looked on the solicitude of Moses with an approving eye, but it was necessary, however, to hide her maternal pride by a series of assaults upon him on every possible pretext. Her banterings also helped to keep her son and heir in the spotlight.,Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked.,Billy knew by sight the two Italians who lived there, brothers yet enemies. Each dwelt by himself in a corner of the great building.Each cultivated alone his share of the straggling vineyard on the heights above, too steep and rocky for a plough; though the lush acres on the river bottom went fallow. If either overstepped his bounds they fought. Billy had seen one of these encounters; and the fierce fire in their dark faces, the passion in the foreign words they spoke,—oaths the boy felt they must be,—sent him flying home, tinged his dreams for many a night.,Thus adjured, Howard began, while Mrs. Wopp leaned back in her chair rocking vigorously..