An Alabaster Box by Florence Morse Kingsley;Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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"I shouldn't think you would have liked that." "Didn't; had to do what I could." "What would you like to do?" "Oh, I don't know. I never had any choice, so I never gave it any thought. Something that would keep me out of doors, I reckon." "Do you know much about plants and trees?" "I don't know whether I know much; I love them, that's all." "You could do some landscape gardening for a place like this, I should think." Jim stared at her, and drew himself up haughtily. "It really is late, Miss Orr," he said. "I think, if you will allow me, I will take you home." "What are you angry about?" "I am not angry." "Yes, you are. You are angry because I said that about landscape gardening." "I am not a beggar or a man who undertakes a job he is not competent to perform, if I am poor." |
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