Strawberry Acres by Grace S. (Grace Smith) Richmond
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you feel like a new person? We must be almost at the farm. Just think, I
haven't seen the farm since April, before a leaf was out!" But Josephine, who understood the situation, and was anxious to prevent any interference with the conversation now going on upon the front seat, promptly drew Sally back to their own interview. "Max, listen to me." Jarvis spoke in a still lower voice. "Do one thing for the sake of my pride, if not for yours. I may have blundered, but you know I didn't mean to. I thought I could count on your understanding my motives. But anyhow, just for to-night, give way to my schemes, and don't let the others see that you're offended with us. If after a night here you still honestly think I'm a fool and a meddler, I won't say another word--" "A night here! Do you expect to keep us here all night?" "Why not?" "You must think I'm--" "I think you're a reasonable being and a kind-hearted brother. If Sally likes the plan and wants to stay, let her. If she doesn't, I'll cheerfully take you both home. Mother's here to welcome us and make the thing proper, and we've all planned to stay. Think of the oven your flat is to-night. Come, be good, and you'll be cool!" "Do you realize you're treating me like a small boy?" "I feel rather like one myself--one who has stolen a cake out of the |
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