This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ...There was reproach in her voice, and Joe thought she was going to cry. "O, I did n't mean you were n't good--you know I did n't," he hastened to say. "What did you mean, then?" The tone was incredulous, and implied that the shower was only delayed. "I meant---you know what I meant, 'Cindy." "I am sure I can't ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ...There was reproach in her voice, and Joe thought she was going to cry. "O, I did n't mean you were n't good--you know I did n't," he hastened to say. "What did you mean, then?" The tone was incredulous, and implied that the shower was only delayed. "I meant---you know what I meant, 'Cindy." "I am sure I can't imagine--what--else--you--could--mean!" There were actually tears in the brown eyes now. "Why, I--I just meant--" said Joe, pulling the seed from a dry stalk of timothy that stood beside him, in awkward embarrassment, "that T was glad you were n't my sister--'cause--'cause I want you some day for my wife." "Why, Joe!" In well-simulated surprise 'Cindy put her apron over her face, and laid her head on the boy's shoulder to conceal her blushes. "There, there, sissy," he said, stroking her hair, and thinking how delicate wa3 the pink of the little ear, framed between the bluechecked apron and the red-gold braid; "there, there, I did n't mean to say anything wrong." "I do n't s'pose there's anything wrong about it," came in a smothered voice from his shoulder, "only--only--" "Only what, 'Cindy?" "Only--I--I--never thought of it before," with an innocent sigh. "O, I 'spect not," returned Joe, in matter-offact superiority. "'T wa'n't at all necessary. There's time enough for that after we've got the old place clear, and made Daddy Waugh a free man. That's what we 're going to do first, ain't it, 'Cindy?" "I believe you will, Joe," she said, looking up earnestly into his eyes, willing to pay homage to the king, now that he had surrendered, and doing so with the subtle self-obliteration which...
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