Thesuncameupinthatblueskylikeacurse，andhungtheretillnightcametocomforttheblisteringearth。Andonemorningaterriblethinghappened。Anniewasstandingoutofdoorsintheshadeofthosemiserablelittleoaks，ironing，whensuddenlyablastofairstruckherintheface，whichmadeherlookupstartled。Foramomentshethought，perhaps，therewasafirenearinthegrass。Buttherewasnone。
Anotherblastcame，hotterthistime，andfifteenminuteslaterthatwindwassweep-
ingstraightacrosstheplain，burningandblasting。Anniewentinthehousetofinishherironing，andwasworkingthere，whensheheardJim\'sfootsteponthedoor-sill。
Hecouldnotpalebecauseofthetan，buttherewasalookofagonyandofanger——
almostbrutishanger——inhiseyes。Thenhelooked，foramoment，atAnniestandingthereworkingpatiently，androckingthelittlecribwithonefoot，andhesatdownonthedoor-stepandburiedhisfaceinhisbrownarms。