The Tinder-Box by Maria Thompson Daviess
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crinkle in the corner of his eyes that might have been called shrewd in
eyes less beautifully calm. "Let's trust a lot to Henrietta's powers of observation of her mother and--her neighbors." He smiled suddenly, with his whole face, over both Sallie and me, and went on down the street in a way that made me sure he was forgetting all about all of us before he reached the corner of the street. "Isn't that old mossback a treat for the sight of gods and men?" asked Polk with a laugh as we all stood watching the old gray coat-tails flapping in the warm breeze that was rollicking across the valley. "I don't know what I would do without him," said Sadie softly, with tears suddenly misting the violets in her eyes as she turned away from us with the baby in her arms and went slowly up the front walk of Widegables. "Please come stay with me a little while, Evelina," she pleaded back over her shoulder. "I feel faint." I hesitated, for, as we were on my side of the Road, Polk was still my guest. "Go on with Sallie, sweetie," he answered my hesitating. "I don't want the snapped-off fraction of a declaration like you were about to offer me. I can bide my time--and get my own." With which he turned and got into his car as I went across the street. Jane, I feel encouraged. I have done well to-day to get half way through my declaration of independence--though he doesn't think that is what it is going to be--to Polk. If I can just tell him how much I love him, |
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