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"She'll git to holdin' her breath if you notice her." The shrieks gradually diminished to spasmodic sobs, which in turn gave place to ominous silence. "Billy," said Redding, taking Mrs. Wiggs's advice and ignoring the flood sufferer, "how would you like to be my office-boy?" "I'd like it a heap," answered Billy, promptly. Redding turned to Mrs. Wiggs.
The descent of the temperature seemed to have a like effect on the barrel of potatoes and the load of coal in the Wiggses' parlor. Mrs. Wiggs's untiring efforts to find employment had met with no success, and Jim's exertions were redoubled; day by day his scanty earnings became less sufficient to meet the demands of the family.
She wanted to stop at each cottage and tell the good news; but her time was limited, so she kept on her way to Miss Hazy's, merely calling out a greeting as she passed. When she reached the door she heard Mrs. Wiggs's voice in animated conversation. "Well, I wish you'd look! There she is, this very minute! I never was so glad to see anybody in my life!
"Then," said Mary, with deep resignation, "the only thing for me to do is to try to clean things up." When she went back into the house she untied her bundle and took out the remaining dollar. "I'll be back soon," she said to Miss Hazy as she stepped over a basket of potatoes. "I'm just going over to Mrs. Wiggs's a minute." She found her neighbor alone, getting supper.
They do look so rum." "Why? How?" cried Aleck, excitedly. "Did yer see Benny Wiggs's eyes las' year after he took the bee swarm as got all of a lump in Huggins's damsel tree?" "No, of course I didn't," cried Aleck, impatiently. "Ah, that's a pity, sir, because yourn looks just like his'n did. You see, they don't look like eyes!" "Then what do they look like?" cried Aleck.
When occasion or his mother demanded he worked to good purposes with a tenacity that argued well for his future success, but for the most part he played and fought and got into trouble with the aptitude characteristic of the average small boy. It was Mrs. Wiggs's boast that her three little girls had geography names; first came Asia, then Australia.
She could hear Tommy's laughter through the open window, and the sound brought tears to her eyes. But Mrs. Wiggs's voice recalled her, and she nerved herself for the worst. "Miss Hazy. In casting your future, I find that thou wilt have an active and succesful year for business, but beware of the law. You are prudent and amiable and have a lively emagination.
Only once did Billy pause in his work, and that was to ask: "Ma, what do you think I'd better name him?" Giving names was one of Mrs. Wiggs's chief accomplishments, and usually required much thoughtful consideration; but in this case if there was to be a christening it must be at once. "I'd like a jography name," suggested Billy, feeling that nothing was too good to bestow upon his treasure. Mrs.
"He's 'most gone," said one of the men, as she came up. "I tole Billy you'd beat him fer takin' that ole nag offen the man's han's." "Well, I won't," said Mrs. Wiggs, stoutly. "Billy Wiggs's got more sense than most men I know. That hoss's carcass is worth something I 'spect he'd bring 'bout two dollars dead, an' mebbe more living. Anyway, I'm goin' to save him if there's any save to him!"
"But if I'm to be Billy Wiggs's model, I guess I'd better go to bed." He ran lightly across the street, and up the broad stone steps. "She had a sunny nature that sought, like a flower in a dark place, for the light." ON Christmas day Lucy Olcott stood by the library window, and idly scratched initials on the frosty pane.
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