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"Worse!" repeats his mother, in a withering tone. In this mood she is not nice, and a very little of her suffices.,“Let us keep the wheat an’ roses,"Are the terms pretty satisfactory?",The boys walked slowly and lingered much on the way home, munching apples all the time; and their well-stuffed blouses were noticeably less bulging when the boys finally parted at Johnny Blossom’s gate.,Elinor nodded mutely, and Patricia, pulling down the shades so that the street light did not flicker on the pale wall, tiptoed out of the room, to caution Judith and await the coming of Doris Leighton.,At supper time Billy's appetite had not returned. He did make something of a pretense at eating but it did not deceive the eyes of his watchful mother, who for reasons of her own restrained herself from making any reference to his mopishness.,“The apple boat, the one Mr. Lind and Mrs. Lind own, you know—that comes every autumn.”,"An' what brought him home, the murdherin' scamp," says Miss Bridget, with more vehemence than politeness, "instid of stayin' wid ye to see ye came to no harm?",“You are to hurry right home, John.”,"So every spirit, as it is most pure,"She didn't look as if she remembered me, your honour, and she said nothing about it.",Betty was still faintly laughing at Moses’ spirited retort to his mother’s observations on his singing..