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Suddenly will-o'-the-wisp opportunity flickered before hih mood he paused not at all to consider it, but insanely chased it He had just reached a crossing, and down the cross street, walking away fro an uling with seeress Mr Atwater, ht froled the fat man

Noble ran swiftly down the cross street, jerked the urasp; ran back, with hoarse sounds dying out behind him in the riotous dusk; turned the corner, sped after Mr Atwater, overtook hi the shortest instant for thanks or even recognition, the impulsive boy sped onward, proud and joyous in the stor enthusias for Mr Atwater In fact, Noble's kindness had done as entleness had done for Noble, but how much both Julia and Noble had done was not revealed in full until the next evening

That was a warht of air unusually dry, and yet Florence sneezed frequently as she sat upon the "side porch" at the house of her Great-Aunt Carrie and her Great-Uncle Joseph Florence had a cold in the head, though how it got to her head was a process involved in the mysterious ways of colds, since Florence's was easily to be connected with Herbert's reht takin' his death o' cold sittin' on the daht air just to listen to a lot o' tooty-tooty It appeared from Florence's narrative to those interested listeners, Aunt Carrie and Uncle Joseph, that she had been sitting on the grass in the night air when both air and grass were extraordinarily damp In brief, she had been at her post soon after the stor, but she had heard no tooty-tooty; her overhearings were of sterner stuff

"Well, what did Julia say then?" Aunt Carrie asked eagerly

"She said she'd go up and lock herself in her roorandpa didn't quit makin' such a fuss"

"And what did he say?"

"He made more rumpus than ever," said Florence "He went on and on, and told the whole thing over and over again; he seeh, and every tiher till it was kind of squealy He said he'd had his raincoat on and he didn't want an ule time in fourteen years! And he took on about Noble Dill and all this and that about how you bet he kneho it was! He said he could tell Noble Dill in the dark any tiarette smell, and, anyway, it wasn't too dark so's he couldn't see his skimpy little shoulders, and anyway he saw his face And he said Noble didn't _hand_ him the umberella; he stuck it all down over him like he was soet out of it and throw it away this ole fat randpa from behind and took hold of hiainst each other; and then after a while they got up and grandpa saas somebody he knew and told hio on houess he proba'ly had to give up; he couldn't out-talk grandpa"