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In
the
dooryard
stood
a
small
figure
.
Lightning
cracked
the
sky
,
and
a
wash
of
white
color
illumined
the
face
looking
in
at
old
LaFarge
there
in
the
doorway
.
"
Who
’
s
there
?
"
called
LaFarge
,
trembling
.
No
answer
.
"
Who
is
it
?
What
do
you
want
!
"
Still
not
a
word
.
He
felt
very
weak
and
tired
and
numb
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
he
cried
.
His
wife
entered
behind
him
and
took
his
arm
.
"
Why
are
you
shouting
?
"
"
A
small
boy
’
s
standing
in
the
yard
and
won
’
t
answer
me
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
trembling
.
"
He
looks
like
Tom
!
"
"
Come
to
bed
,
you
’
re
dreaming
.
"
