“Have more toast Glory,” said Moses suddenly wakened. Unwrapping his leg from the rung of the chair, he reached across the table.
“No, Mosey, I must hurry and get some flowers fer school to-day.”
“Oh go on Betty, a daddy-long-legs’d die of starvin’ on what you eat.”
“Don’t worry me Mosey, this is a ’portant day,” then turning to Miss Gordon she added, “I’ll take ’sturtiums an’ larkspur an’ sweet peas an’ you’ll be ever so happy lookin’ at them.” A busy silence ensued.
Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.
“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.
“Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty.
Her breakfast finished, Betty sought the company of Moses, who was in a small shed adjoining the kitchen. He was piling some fire-wood he had carried in from the yard.
“Don’t you think the new teacher is jist lovely Moses, with her big shinin’ blue eyes an’ wavy black hair?” Betty eagerly enquired, “An’ aint her clothes lovely too?”
Moses suspended operations on the woodpile and leaned against it. “Huh,” he grunted with masculine superiority, “all girls think of is looks. Some of them sorft lookin’ teachers is the wust when it comes to lickin’ the kids. You can’t jedge a hoss by his hide.”