The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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"Do I?" said Redbud, smiling and blushing.
"And so good." "Oh, no--I am not!" "Not good?" "Far from it, Verty." "Hum!" said Verty, "I should like to know how! I might be better if you were at Apple Orchard again." "Better?" "Yes, yes--why can't you live at Apple Orchard, where we were so happy?" Redbud smiled. "You know I am growing up now," she said. "Growing up?" "Yes; and I must learn my lessons--those lessons which cousin Lavinia can't teach me!" "What lessons are they?" "Music, and dancing, and singing, and all." |
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