Story of Waitstill Baxter by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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come home ahead of you and get supper. I'll take to-day's eggs to
father's store on the way and ask him if he minds our having a little walk. I've an errand at Aunt Abby's that would take me down to the bridge anyway." "Very well," said Patty, somewhat apathetically. "I always like a walk with you, but I don't care what becomes of me this afternoon if I can't go to Ellen's party." The excursion took place according to Waitstill's plan, and at four o'clock she sped back to her night work and preparations for supper, leaving Patty with a great bunch of early wildflowers for Ivory's mother. Patty had left them at the Boyntons' door with Rodman, who was picking up chips and volunteered to take the nosegay into the house at once. "Won't you step inside? " the boy asked shyly, wishing to be polite, but conscious that visitors, from the village very seldom crossed the threshold. "I'd like to, but I can't this afternoon, thank you. I must run all the way down the hill now, or I shan't be in time to supper." "Do you eat meals together over to your house?" asked the boy. "We're all three at the table if that means together." "We never are. Ivory goes off early and takes lunch in a pail. So do I when I go to school. Aunt Boynton never sits down to eat; |
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