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“Jiminy! If they don’t let me work this vacation, I’ll have to run away,” he thought as, through the uncurtained window, he watched the evening star sink below the western hills. While he was wondering if people lived in the star he fell asleep; yet waked later to hear the busy machine.,“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way.,“No; well,” came the answer.,“They smell like the sunbeams was sprinklin’ them with scent,” she declared as she and Moses brought the last basketful into the house. Mrs. Wopp’s nightgown of ample proportions was left out a little longer being still somewhat damp.,she quoted glibly. “I know a lot more of it. Do you?”,Sprang from his heathery couch in haste’?”,“Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.”,“The bulliest time yet!” shouted Charley from the street.,“He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses.,But even as he looked he saw two people coming; his mother and Jean, crossing the foot-bridge that led to the pasture side of the river. The throbbing in his head, the stifled lungs, interest in the capture of the prisoners,—all faded before this terrible dread.,“None too strong. But she’s picking up since the doctor gave her a tonic,” was the reply.,“Pull it tighter.”.