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"So don't you get sore now. In three days, we'll let up on you." A week passed, ten days, and twelve. Then came a golden October afternoon when the twins sat in the haymow looking out upon a mellow world. Constance was in the yard, reading a fairy story. The situation was a tense one, for the twins were hungry, and time was heavy on their hands.
He may pile up the machine against some farm-house, fence, haymow, or clump of woods, smashing it badly and injuring himself. Or he may, through inexperience, lose flying speed in the course of his descent and topple over into a spin. Even the best pilot may make a mess of his machine if his engine goes "dud" over a forest, city, swamp, or other impossible landing-place.
"I only hope he keeps awake, and growls now and then. That will make it seem real." "Snoop sometimes growls when he gets a piece of meat," suggested Nan. "Then we'll give him meat in the show," decided Bert. He and Harry finished making the show bills, and then began to get ready for the performance. With some old sheets they made a curtain across one corner of the barn, in front of the haymow.
Why did I dream of Amos Grimshaw coming to visit me, again, and why, above all, should it have seemed to me that enough things were said and done in that little flash of a dream to fill a whole day enough of talk and play and going and coming, the whole ending with a talk on the haymow. Again and again I have wondered about that dream.
Hortense motioned to Andy and they crept quietly across the kitchen to the door, Hortense pausing a moment 'on the way to fill her pockets with cookies. They ran unseen to the barn and climbed to the haymow where they ate the cookies. Hortense was deep in thought all the time. "To-night," she announced at last, "we'll hide in the little room we found.
"The cruel thing!" exclaimed Helen, the waters of her sympathy rising for Bella Pike now. "There's the poor kid!" said Tom. Bella appeared at an open door far up in the peak of the haymow. The hay was packed solidly under the roof; but there was an air space left at either end. "She has put herself into the so-tight corner no?" suggested the young Frenchman. "You've said it!" agreed Tom.
The barn faced the west, and the sun, pouring in at the big doors, filled the whole interior with a golden light, through which filtered fine particles of dust from the haymow, where the children were romping.
The same when I wrote about the apple. I had apples in my blood and bones. I had not ripened them in the haymow and bitten them under the seat and behind my slate so many times in school for nothing. Every apple tree I had ever shinned up and dreamed under of a long summer day, while a boy, helped me to write that paper.
So the twins went back to the haymow. When it grew dark, they slipped into the kitchen, and huddled together on, the woodbox beside the stove. And down to them presently came Fairy, smiling, her eyes tear-brightened. "She is better!" cried Carol, springing to her feet. "Yes," said Fairy, dropping on her knees and burying her face in Lark's lap, as she still sat on the woodbox. "She's better.
"Luckily the general did not discover them!" I exclaimed when Suzette had closed the double door of my bedroom. "Mon Dieu! What danger we have run!" whispered the little maid. "I could not sleep, monsieur, thinking of it." "You got them safely to the haymow?" I inquired anxiously. "Oh! Mais oui, monsieur. But then they slept over the cider-press back of the big casks.
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