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“A perfectly gorgeous occasion,” Bess supplemented.,Now he flew off down the county road at a speed that made passers turn; but he saw no one. He neither slackened nor looked back till he found himself at the river where the little island rose, flower-crowned. The poppies were fewer; and where a month before the flame-flower had triumphed, to-day wild roses perfumed the air.,Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being.,“My clothes mostly,” he replied, hoping he had told the truth, though a dreadful, big feeling in his head, the humming in his ears, and the pain in his eyes, made him guess he had told a lie.,“No, no, dear. Keep them, an’ I’ll put them in warter when we go to the house,” begged Betty. “The fairies are orful cross when they see dead flowers lyin’ round. Mebbe they might be too angry to come in the garding again ever.”,“You don’t want to see your mother now, do you, boy? No more do you feel like jabbering with Bess at our table. Come over to the hotel, and we’ll lunch together.”,“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.,“You young Hottentots, wot youse been up to?” All too soon Moses’ prophecy proved true.,“Never mind the floors, Billy. You’ve worked hard already; run off and have a good time.”,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,“She’ll be orful mad,” prophecied Moses.,“Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?”.