“Say, Curly Locks, Curly Locks, you ought to always sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam and wear a dress to breakfast with those little pink du-dads scattered over it.”
“Not if I was a farmer’s wife,” Jo responded quickly.
“Oh, Jo, do you really want to be a city girl?” Todd’s face was frankly sorrowful. “Could you never be satisfied on a farm?” 237
“I don’t believe I ever could,” Jo said prettily.
“Thaine’s a farmer all right, Jo.”
“He isn’t going to be one always,” Jo broke in quickly. “He’s going to the Kansas University and there’s no telling after that.”
“No, he’s just going to Wykerton, that’s all. Nay, he have went. Him and him fraulein. And say, there’s another pretty fraulein went up the trail just ahead of the Aydelot horse party. A sweetheart of a girl whom Thaine Aydelot took home after all last night.”
“I don’t care where Thaine goes,” Jo cried.
“And you don’t care for a farmer anyhow,” Todd said suavely.
“Oh, that depends on how helpful he is,” Jo responded tactfully.