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"No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.",Poor Uncle Isaac! He was sick now again—worse, in fact. He had heart disease, Mother said. Jeremias the wood-cutter also talked of a pain in his heart, but since he had begun to rub himself all over with kerosene, he had become much better. It smelled dreadfully in Jeremias’s little hut, but he was better. Johnny Blossom would certainly write to Uncle Isaac and tell him that all he had to do to cure himself of the pain was to rub himself with kerosene.,She looked up quickly. "And may I ask who that is?",Then there is silence for a full minute, during which Miss Mansergh casts a reproachful glance at the irrepressible Jack.,As they went back to the flower-decked sitting-room, Judith edged close to whisper in her ear.,Stirs the wide air. Thin clouds of pearly haze,“Yes,” said Mother. So Johnny Blossom said his prayers with his eyes tightly squeezed together, and fell asleep immediately after.,Howard Eliot having left his charges safely at home went to his lonely ranch haunted by rebellious thoughts which Mrs. Wopp would have translated, “Here endeth my knowledge of the female speeshie.”,“Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful.,"De--de--dead--dead!" she stammered, shrinking back.,"It is a fact," insisted Jen. "I have the evidence of Jaggard to prove that Dido was in the room on that night.",THE next morning Billy had a “temperature.” His mother decided against school for that day. At first he was glad. He didn’t care if he had forty temperatures. He thought almost anything in the way of fever was cooler than he would feel if the boys—and the girls—should see his face. Not that this was the first time he had been scratched in a fight; before he had not cared who knew. To-day it was different,—there were things about this fight he wished he could forget, even though he knew Jimmy was not likely to die..