A Daughter of the Land by Gene Stratton-Porter
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money, Grandfather can't say a word, because it is her very own,
and didn't cost him anything, and he always agrees with her anyway! Hurrah for hurrah, Kate! Nancy Ellen may wash her own petticoat in the morning, while I take you to the train. You'll let me, Father? You did let me go to Hartley alone, once. I'll be careful! I won't let a thing happen. I'll come straight home. And oh, my dollar, you and me; I'll put you in the bank and let you grow to three!" "You may go," said his father, promptly. "You shall proceed according to your Aunt Katherine's instructions," said his mother, at the same time. "Katie, get your carpet-sack! When do we start?" demanded young Adam. "Morning will be all right with me, you blessed youngun," said Kate, "but I don't own a telescope or anything to put what little I have in, and Nancy Ellen never would spare hers; she will want to go to County Institute before I get back." "You may have mine," said Agatha. "You are perfectly welcome to take it wherever your peregrinations lead you, and return it when you please. I shall proceed to my chamber and formulate your check immediately. You are also welcome to my best hat and cape, and any of my clothing or personal adornments you can use to advantage." "Oh, Agatha, I wish you were as big as a house, like me," said |
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