The Old Gray Homestead by Frances Parkinson Keyes
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on the back stairs the other night, but I walked straight on and
pretended not to see." "Thereby earning their everlasting gratitude, of course, poor babies!" "How many years older than Edith are you?" "Never mind, you saucy boy! Here we are--have you any suggestions you may not care to make before the clerks as to what kind of furniture I shall buy?" "None at all. I want to see for myself how much sense you have in certain directions, and if I don't like your selections, I warn you beforehand that the offending articles will be used for kindling wood." "Do be careful what you say. They know me here." "Careful what _I_ say! I shall be a regular wooden image. They'll think I'm your second cousin from Minnesota, being shown the sights." He did, indeed, display such stony indifference, and maintain such an expression of stolid stupidity, that Sylvia could hardly keep her face straight, and having chosen a big sofa and a rug for her living-room, and her dining-room table, she announced that she "would come in again" and graciously departed. "I have a good mind to shake you!" she said as they went down the steps. "I had no idea you were such a good actor--we'll have to get up some dramatics when we get home. Did you like my selections?" |
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