"This ain't any kind of day to be fooling away your time on cook-books.
Come out into the sun and live," he invited.
They walked past the gallows-frames and the slag-dumps and the shaft-houses
into the brown hills beyond the point where green copper streaks showed and
spurred the greed of man. It was a day of spring sunshine, the good old
earth astir with her annual recreation. The roadside was busy with this
serious affair of living. Ants and crawling things moved to and fro about
their business. Squirrels raced across the road and stood up at a safe
distance to gaze at these intruders. Birds flashed back and forth, hurried
little carpenters busy with the specifications for their new nests. Eager
palpitating life was the key-note of the universe.
"Virginia told me about the Peltons," Laska said, after a pause.
"It's spreading almost as fast as if it were a secret," he smiled. "I'm
expecting to find it in the paper when we get back."
"I'm so glad you did it."
"Well, you're to blame."
"I!" She looked at him in surprise.
"Partly. You told me how things were going with them.
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