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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.”,Still no St. Elmo. They proceeded a considerable distance down the creek.,“Now, Pat, kin you tell me which was the best men, the ones that rowed reel hard to save Joner, or the ones that leaned back an’ didn’t care a strawr.”,The gentle words, the tender touch, the comfort and hope in her words, unlocked his lips and he told what he had thought to keep forever untold.,“Said so, but they’re late. We’ve got an addition, the little earthquake girl.” This last was a sibilant aside.,As he reached for his cap a door opposite the one through which he had passed opened, and the grey head of the sexton appeared.,“Naw,” answered the boy, “What’d Mar say? she’d put a tin ear on me.”,Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled.,“No, no! They’ll kill us!”,He was a queer figure with his bandaged head, one eye peering out, and a long, dripping red quilt trailing behind him. “I found the bed flooded, and put the comfort round me; but someway that’s wet, too.” He could hardly speak for shivering.,“There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.”,“Put some sunshine into your voices children,” admonished Nell..