The Story of the Soil; from the Basis of Absolute Science and Real Life, by Cyril G. (Cyril George) Hopkins
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"No thank you," she replied, in a tone that left no room for argument. "I often drive our guests to and from the station, and I much prefer this seat." The rear seat was roomy and low, so that Percy could scarcely see the road ahead even by sitting on the opposite side from the driver. Aside from an occasional commonplace remark both the driver and the passenger were allowed to use the time for meditation. While Adelaide was already an experienced horsewoman, she was rarely permitted to drive the colts to the village, although she enjoyed riding the more spirited horses, or driving with her brother in the "buck board." A mile from the village the road wound through a wooded valley, and then climbed the opposite slope, passing the railway station a quarter of a mile from town and the "depot hotel" near by. Here Percy left the carriage with the bags of soil, it being arranged that he would be waiting at the hotel when Adelaide returned from the village. Adelaide's "hour" was from four to five, and being the last pupil for the day, the teacher was not prompt to close. "I did not realize the days were becoming so short," said Miss Konster as she opened the door. "I'm sorry you have so far to drive." |
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