Red Pepper Burns by Grace S. (Grace Smith) Richmond
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have done in your society, no matter how brilliant you might
have been." "That's not flattering, but I admit it has its practical side. Those three hours' sleep in the open air have put me on my feet again. Just the same, I want to eat my cake and have it, too! Promise me three consecutive hours of your company when I'm awake, or I shan't get over regretting what I've missed. Will you do this again with me some September day when I can make the time?" "I promise with pleasure. I've had a charming afternoon all by myself and wandered all over the hillside, dreaming midsummer day-dreams. We must go, mustn't we?" She stood up, her hands full of her work. "Tell me some of them, won't you, while we climb down to the car?" he begged. "My happiest one," she said as they descended, "is the making of a country home for little crippled children. I think I've found the spot - the old Fairmount place - it's not more than five miles from here. If I can only buy it at a reasonable figure - " "Mrs. Lessing!" he broke in. "So that's the sort of thing that makes your day-dreams! No wonder - well! - " "Why should you be surprised? Isn't that a delightful dream? If I can only make it come true - " |
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