“Good bye!” he called after her.
“Good bye and thank you so much!” she answered over her shoulder.
Two minutes later, Mr. Bowles, driver of the meat wagon, was saying to Eleanor:
“Which was it—rib or loin for Saturday, Miss Gray?”
“Was it?” said Eleanor, absently; and she fell to silence. Maria and Mr. Bowles, waiting respectfully for her decision, followed her eyes. She was looking at a dust cloud which trailed down the lane. When she came out of her revery and beheld them both watching, silent and open-mouthed, she flushed violently.
Bertram Chester, swinging between the green rows, was whistling blithely: 16
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“Say coons have you ebber ebber seen ma Angeline? She am de swetes’ swetes’ coon you ebber seen.” |