Everybody had heard how he could lift one end of the separator and toss a two-bushel sack filled with wheat over the hind wheel of a wagon, and the terror of his kick was not unknown to them.

They all felt sure that the Yohes would not return, and all went back into the house and attempted to go on with the games.

But it was impossible; such exciting events must be discussed, and the story was told and retold by each one.
When Milton returned to the parlor, he saw Bettie, tender, dignified and grave, bending over Blackler, bathing his bruised face.

Milton had never admired her more than at that moment; she looked so womanly.

She no longer cared what people thought.
The other girls, pale and tearful and a little hysterical, stood about, close to their sweethearts.