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Chapter 15

           "TheLordgivethandtheLordhathtakenaway—BlessedbethenameoftheLord! Butit’ssohard—Oh,it’ssohard! OnlylastSaturdaymyJoebustedafirecrackerrightundermynoseandIknockedhimsprawling. LittledidIknowthen,howsoon—Oh,ifitwastodooveragainI’dhughimandblesshimforit." 

           "Yes,yes,yes,Iknowjusthowyoufeel,Mrs.Harper,Iknowjustexactlyhowyoufeel. Nolongeragothanyesterdaynoon,myTomtookandfilledthecatfullofPain-killer,andIdidthinkthecreturwouldtearthehousedown. AndGodforgiveme,IcrackedTom’sheadwithmythimble,poorboy,poordeadboy. Buthe’soutofallhistroublesnow. AndthelastwordsIeverheardhimsaywastoreproach—" 

           Butthismemorywastoomuchfortheoldlady,andshebrokeentirelydown. Tomwassnuffling,now,himself—andmoreinpityofhimselfthananybodyelse. HecouldhearMarycrying,andputtinginakindlywordforhimfromtimetotime. Hebegantohaveanobleropinionofhimselfthaneverbefore. Still,hewassufficientlytouchedbyhisaunt’sgrieftolongtorushoutfromunderthebedandoverwhelmherwithjoy—andthetheatricalgorgeousnessofthethingappealedstronglytohisnature,too,butheresistedandlaystill. 

           Hewentonlistening,andgatheredbyoddsandendsthatitwasconjecturedatfirstthattheboyshadgotdrownedwhiletakingaswim; thenthesmallrafthadbeenmissed; next,certainboyssaidthemissingladshadpromisedthatthevillageshould"hearsomething"soon; thewise-headshad"putthisandthattogether"anddecidedthattheladshadgoneoffonthatraftandwouldturnupatthenexttownbelow,presently; buttowardnoontherafthadbeenfound,lodgedagainsttheMissourishoresomefiveorsixmilesbelowthevillage—andthenhopeperished; theymustbedrowned,elsehungerwouldhavedriventhemhomebynightfallifnotsooner. 

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