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The Iron Woman by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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--the riotous, beautiful voice rang on, the sound overflowing
through the long rooms, across the hall, even into the dining-
room. Harris, wiping dishes in the pantry, stopped, tea-towel in
hand, and listened; Sarah Maitland, at her desk, lifted her head,
and the pen slipped from her fingers. Blair, spinning around on
the piano-stool, caught his sister about her waist in a hug that
made her squeak. Then they both shrieked with laughter.

"But Blair!" Nannie said, getting her breath; "shall you tell
Mamma to-night?"

Blair's face dropped. "I guess I won't tell anybody yet," he
faltered; "oh, that awful dinner!"

As the mortification of an hour ago surged back upon him, he
added to the fear of telling his mother a resentment that would
retaliate by secrecy. "I won't tell her at all," he decided; "and
don't you, either."

"I!" said Nannie. "Well, I should think not. Gracious!"

But though Blair did not tell his mother, he could not keep the
great news to himself; he saw David the next afternoon, and
overflowed.

David took it with a gasp of silence, as if he had been suddenly
hit below the belt; then in a low voice he said, "You--
_kissed_ her. Did she kiss you?"

Blair nodded. He held his head high, balancing it a little from
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