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Pat Bliggin’s mind was undoubtedly wandering, so a drastic question was in order.,Let us find our sweetest comfort,Mrs. Wopp viewed with misgiving the ornate writing not yet erased from the previous lesson. She feared her own handwriting would suffer by comparison.,“Not yet, but they must all go to-night.”,“White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.”,“Do you think fun the first business of the world?”,“Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house.,Billy needed no hurrying. He dashed off along a well defined path, free from hindering branches. It hugged the brawling stream, crossed it more than once by way of stepping stones, and led on past the already shriveling azaleas. It must have been long used to be so clear.,“Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”,“Yes, I could eat a graven image.”,Yet he could not long keep his mind from the struggle. “Mother, won’t you find out soon about Jimmy, how bad he’s hurt? An’ I wish I knew if Vilette ’n Evelyn ’re all right; it looked awful to see ’em hit with a horsewhip.”,Then scartter seeds of kindness.