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But another and unexpected crash followed, and a shower of burning oil shot up and caught May Nell’s flimsy paper frock. Moses was not easily satisfied. His attitude was always that of one who has dined on an undersized shrimp while expecting a ten-course banquet. St. Elmo cast about in his mind for some plausible explanation of his recent panic. It would never do to inform the world that he had been afraid of a mere turkey. “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..