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Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder.,“Well, Tom jumps up from the outside, hangs on the sill with one forefoot, and pulls out the edge of the screen with the other till he gets his nose in, when he can pry out the screen and slip through easily.”,“Oh, I s’pose she can, only a fellow doesn’t expect it of her. How came you out here? I thought you’d be watching for refugees.”,“Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”,“You’re the only girl I’m afraid of in that line. Isn’t that so, Pretty?”,Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented.,“I guess so. What else?”,The broad shaft of sunlight that flooded the dining-room where Nell Gordon sat was suddenly darkened. Looking up she saw the tall straight figure of Howard Eliot at the doorway.,CHAPTER XII THE CIRCUS,In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,“And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”,Me when I catch you sleepy head,.