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XXXIII. In the Sun—A Harbinger

           "MothersaysIalwayswassoexcitablewhenmyfeelingswereworkeduptoapoint!"

           "True,true,"saidJosephPoorgrass."TheBallswerealwaysaveryexcitablefamily.Iknowedtheboy’sgrandfather—atrulynervousandmodestman,eventogenteelrefinery.’Twasblush,blushwithhim,almostasmuchas’tiswithme—notbutthat’tisafaultinme!"

           "Notatall,MasterPoorgrass,"saidCoggan."’Tisaverynoblequalityinye."

           "Heh-heh!well,Iwishtonoisenothingabroad—nothingatall,"murmuredPoorgrass,diffidently."Butwebeborntothings—that’strue.YetIwouldrathermytriflewerehid;though,perhaps,ahighnaterisalittlehigh,andatmybirthallthingswerepossibletomyMaker,andhemayhavebegrudgednogifts…Butunderyourbushel,Joseph!underyourbushelwith’ee!Astrangedesire,neighbours,thisdesiretohide,andnopraisedue.YetthereisaSermonontheMountwithacalendaroftheblessedatthehead,andcertainmeekmenmaybenamedtherein."

           "Cainy’sgrandfatherwasaverycleverman,"saidMatthewMoon."Inventeda’apple-treeoutofhisownhead,whichiscalledbyhisnametothisday—theEarlyBall.Youknow’em,Jan?AQuarrendengraftedonaTomPutt,andaRathe-ripeupontopo’thatagain.’Tistrew’ausedtobideaboutinapublic-housewi’a’oomaninawayhehadnobusinesstobyrights,butthere—’awereaclevermaninthesenseoftheterm.

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