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Jerry, unmindful of those about him, stood up and shouted: "Whiteface! Here I am!" The clown turned to him, made that funny clicking noise in his mouth and bowed. "Jerry Elbow," said the clown and clapped his hands. "It's Jerry!" exclaimed Danny's startled voice somewhere among the hundreds of boys and grown-ups back of Jerry. Then Danny added in an awed voice, "The clown spoke to him!"
"Because it was so friendly to go from house to house every morning with milk for the babies and cream for the coffee. Everyone in Mifflin was a friend to old Whiteface. Why why!" she broke her story short to stand still and stare at the boy and the dog, who were both staring at her. The boy's face was one broad grin and the dog's tail was wagging frantically. "Why, Solomon Crocker!
"God bless him! To the day when we see him again!" And all of them saw that day. "Is it that we stand at the top of the hill and the end of the travel has come, Pierre? Why don't you spake?" "We stand at the top of the hill, and it is the end." "And Lonely Valley is at our feet and Whiteface Mountain beyond?" "One at our feet, and the other beyond, Shon McGann."
Mullarkey," said Mrs. Bowe. "I will if Mr. Bowe thinks it will be best for the children," she replied. "I do think it so," said Whiteface. "To-morrow I'll mail you a check for one hundred dollars and the rest of the thousand I'll send to you as you want it. We'll arrange that when I bring Gary back. I have nothing with me now, as I haven't any pocket in these clothes." "I have," said Mrs.
It was a four-hour run by train to Sheridan and an hour by sleigh to the Norris cabin at Pocassett, a little settlement of camps and cottages at the foot of the Whiteface range of mountains. In the early afternoon Neil and Teeny-bits had arrived in the snow-covered country and were receiving the greetings of their Jefferson School friends.
"Hello, Whiteface! I'll sure straddle you," called Jean. Then up the gentle slope he saw the tall figure of his father the same as he had seen him thousands of times, bareheaded, shirt sleeved, striding with long step. Jean waved and called to him. "Hi, You Prodigal!" came the answer. Yes, the voice of his father and Jean's boyhood memories flashed. He hurried his horse those last few rods.
When Buster Bumblebee told Whiteface the Carpenter Bee, that he hated to work that honest artisan stared at his caller in astonishment. "You're a queer one!" he said at last "But there's something about you that I can't help liking, though it would be hard for me to say just what it is so please don't ask me!" "Then you'll make me a house, after all?" Buster cried joyfully.
Eyes wide open with wonder at the smell and the bigness of the tent and the paraphernalia used by the performers, Jerry rose to his feet. He looked back of him, but only the canvas side of the tent met his gaze. Whiteface, the clown, had entirely disappeared! The lively air the band was playing seemed to get right inside of Jerry, for his heart began to pound fast and his eyes were dancing.
"If you see me in the circus," said the clown, "you can speak to me if you want to. No, don't open your eyes." For Jerry, in his eagerness to assure Whiteface that he would speak to him if he saw him in the circus, was about to look up at him. For fear that he yet might do so, he shut his eyes tighter, till they hurt, and covered them with both hands.
On the very morning succeeding the day when Tom's remittance was received the squire remarked to his head workman, "Whiteface is an excellent cow, Abner." "Yes, squire, I calculate she's the best you've got." "I don't know but she is, Abner," said the squire, complacently. "I consider her worth at least fifty dollars." "So she is, every cent of it."
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