"She's really unusual, and seems to understand things. She's planning to call some day—shall you be at home?"
"Certainly not, Harry; you're crazy." And she strolled out to the porch, exchanged some remarks with a passing servant, and then nestled comfortably into a hammock. She helped herself to a chocolate and called out musically:
"Pa, are you going to town today?"
"Yes, honey."
"Can I go?"
"I'm going in an hour or so, and business at the bank will keep me until after lunch."
"I don't care, I just must go. I'm clean out of anything to read. And I want to shop and call on Dolly's friend—she's going soon."
"All right. Can you be ready by eleven?"
She considered.
"Yes—I reckon," she drawled, prettily swinging her foot and watching the tree-tops above the distant swamp.