Them's the things which tell, an' them's the things we want
taught in our schools."
Just as Farrington finished, cries of fright fell upon their ears. Turning
quickly towards the dancers Mrs. Larkins noticed that most of them had
fallen back in little groups, leaving Stephen Frenelle and Dick Farrington
alone in the middle of the room. The attitude of the two left no doubt as
to the cause of the disturbance. With clenched fists they faced each other
as if about to engage in a fierce struggle. The former's eyes glowed with
an intense light, while his strained, white face betokened the agitated
state of his feelings.
"Say that again!" he hissed, looking straight at his opponent. "Say it if
you dare!"
Dick stood irresolute with the look of fear blanching his face at sight of
the angry form before him. While he hesitated and all held their breath,
Nellie Westmore moved swiftly forward, and laid a timid hand upon
Stephen's arm.
"Stephen, Stephen!" she pleaded. "Stop! don't go any further! Be a man!
Come, let us go home!"
Quickly he turned and looked into her eyes, and at that look the pallor
fled his face, leaving it flushed and abashed.
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