A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter
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such a pleasant young man should have been greeted by a girl in a fresh
dress. "If she isn't disposed to primp at the coming of a man, heaven forbid that I should be the one to start her," thought Mrs. Comstock. Philip came whistling down the walk between the cinnamon pinks, pansies, and strawberries. He carried several packages, while his face flushed with more colour than on the previous day. "Only see what has happened to me!" cried Elnora, offering her letter. "I'll wager I know!" answered Philip. "Isn't it great! Every one in Onabasha is talking about it. At last there is something new under the sun. All of them are pleased. They think you'll make a big success. This will give an incentive to work. In a few days more I'll be myself again, and we'll overturn the fields and woods around here." He went on to congratulate Mrs. Comstock. "Aren't you proud of her, though?" he asked. "You should hear what folks are saying! They say she created the necessity for the position, and every one seems to feel that it is a necessity. Now, if she succeeds, and she will, all of the other city schools will have such departments, and first thing you know she will have made the whole world a little better. Let me rest a few seconds; my feet are acting up again. Then we will cook the moth compound and put it to cool." He laughed as he sat breathing shortly. "It doesn't seem possible that a fellow could lose his strength like this. My knees are actually trembling, but I'll be all right in a |
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