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IT was several days before Will'm lost that haunting fear of having / displeased the great power up the chimney past all forgiveness. It began / to leave him gradually as Libby grew more and more sure of her own state / of favor. She was so good in school now that even the teacher said / nobody could be better, no matter how hard he tried. She stayed every / day to help clean the blackboards and collect the pencils. She never / missed a syllable nor stepped off the line in spelling class, nor asked / for a drink in lesson time. And she and Maudie Peters had made it up / between them not to whisper a single word until after Christmas. She was / sure now that even if Santa Claus had overheard Will'm, her explanation / that he was too little to know any better had made it all right.
It is probable, too, that Will'm's state of body helped his state of / mind, for about this time his cold was well enough for him to play out / of doors, and the thought of stars and angels and silver bells began to / be agreeable again. They gave him that big, warm feeling inside again; / the Christmas feeling of good-will to everybody.