Lewis Rand by Mary Johnston
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in time to swing it open before the approaching riders. Young Fairfax
Cary laughed and tossed a coin to Miranda, who bobbed and showed her teeth, while his elder brother stooped gallantly to the pretty child of the house he was leaving. "Do you know what you are like in your narrow green gown and your blowing, yellow hair? You are like a daffodil in your sister's garden." "If you were to swing me up from the ground," said Deb meditatively, "I could stand upon the toe of your boot, and hold by Pluto's mane, and ride with you as far as the creek.--What flower is Jacqueline like?" "Like no flower that blooms," said Mr. Ludwell Cary. "Ah, well sprung, Proserpina! Now shall we go fast as the wind?" They went fast as the wind to the creek, and then went like the wind back to the gate, where Ludwell Cary swung the child down to earth and the waiting Miranda. Deb curtsied to him. "Wish me good luck, Daffy-down-Dilly!" he said, with his charming smile. "I do," she answered earnestly. "I hope that you will kill the Devil." He looked puzzled. "Is that feasible? I don't know where to find him." "Aren't you going to fight him at the Court House? Uncle Edward said that you were going to put down Lucifer." The two brothers broke into laughter. "I say, Fair!" cried the elder. "Has Lewis Rand a cloven hoof? I've scarcely seen him, you know, since I |
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