His joy welled up and overflowed in him as overflows a river in time of spate.
A look from Spate silenced him, but the President had not caught the slip.
Spate could rise to an emergency; the other committeemen thanked him with their eyes.
"Not but what Wakefield is enterprising," Spate added, anxiously.
It was about the first day of October, and we had enjoyed a “spate.”