Ranching for Sylvia by Harold Bindloss
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"Just so," said George. "We'll get on again, if you have had enough berries." On reaching the homestead, they found a note from Miss Grant inviting them to come over in the evening; and both were glad to comply with it. When they arrived, the girl led them into a room where a lady of middle-age and a young man in clerical attire were sitting with her father. "Mrs. Nelson has come over from Sage Butte on a mission," she said, when she presented them. "Mr. Hardie, who is the Methodist minister there, is anxious to meet you." The lady was short and slight in figure but was marked by a most resolute expression. "The mission is Mr. Hardie's," she said. "I'm merely his assistant. I suppose you're a temperance reformer, Mr. Lansing?" "No," George answered meekly; "I can't say I am." "Then you'll have to become one. How long is it since you indulged in drink?" George felt a little embarrassed, but Edgar, seeing Flora's smile and the twinkle in her father's eyes, hastily came to his rescue. "Nearly a month, to my knowledge. That is, if you don't object to strong green tea, consumed in large quantities." |
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