Back to the Woods by Hugh McHugh
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"What is it like? How many rooms? Where is it?" she inquired, all
in one breath. Where was the blamed thing? What did it look like? How did I know? She could search me. I could feel my ears getting red. Presently I braced and mumbled, "No more details till the castle is completed, then I'll coax you out there and let you revel." "How soon will that be?" she asked, "To-morrow? Yes, John, to-morrow?" "No," I whispered croupily, "in--in about a week." I wanted time to arrange my earthly affairs. "Oh! lovely!" she said, and kissing me rushed away to break the news to mother. I felt like a rain check after the sun comes out. Suddenly Hope tugged at my heart strings and I remembered that I had a week in which to beat the ponies to a pulp and win out enough coin to buy six Swiss Cheese cottages in the country. Day after day I waded in among the jelly fish at the track but the best I ever got was an $8 win. Eight dollars wouldn't buy a dog house. I was desperate. Every evening I had to sit around and listen |
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