If I wave a towel from the
store, pack up luncheon for three. You come down and bring your
mending; then, when you see how I'm getting on, we can consult.
I'm going to take the ten cents I've saved and spend it in
raisins. I can get a good many if Cephas gives me wholesale
price, with family discount substracted from that. Cephas would
treat me to candy in a minute, but if I let him we'd have to ask
him to the picnic! Good-bye!" And the volatile creature darted
down the hill singing, "There'll be something in heaven for
children to do," at the top of her healthy young lungs.
IX
CEPHAS SPEAKS
THE waving signal, a little later on, showed that Rodman could go
to the picnic, the fact being that he was having a holiday from
eleven o'clock until two, and Ivory was going to drive to the
bridge at noon, anyway, so his permission could then be asked.
Patty's mind might have been thought entirely on her ugly task as
she swept and dusted and scrubbed that morning, but the reverse
was true. Mark Wilson had gone away without saying good-bye to
her. This was not surprising, perhaps, as she was about as much
sequestered in her hilltop prison as a Turkish beauty in a harem;
neither was it astonishing that Mark did not write to her.
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