. The Saturday evening post. gloried in his anecdotes,while Dune sat self-conscious as anybridegroom-elect could possibly be. Were touring to Oroville to-morrow,arent we, Dune? She gave him the fullbenefit of her lovely eyes. We sure are! agreed Dune withtremendous heartiness. Then he explainedfor Annas benefit, Im looking over theirrigation system on Mr. Bowens place. How long will you be gone? askedAnna, and could have bitten her tonguefor the question. But she had grown so todepend upon Dune Leacy! Oh, a week will settle that job, de-clared Dune with a fearful carelessness. They shook hands
. The Saturday evening post. gloried in his anecdotes,while Dune sat self-conscious as anybridegroom-elect could possibly be. Were touring to Oroville to-morrow,arent we, Dune? She gave him the fullbenefit of her lovely eyes. We sure are! agreed Dune withtremendous heartiness. Then he explainedfor Annas benefit, Im looking over theirrigation system on Mr. Bowens place. How long will you be gone? askedAnna, and could have bitten her tonguefor the question. But she had grown so todepend upon Dune Leacy! Oh, a week will settle that job, de-clared Dune with a fearful carelessness. They shook hands at the edge of theporch. It was like bidding good-by to ahoneymoon pair. Ive pulled off those Hindus, he sangout from his car. I guess Kipps can han-dle what prunes youll find from now Anna stood silently and watched thehandsome roadster spin away. She wantedDune to have every good thing in theworld, but behind her wish there was thethought that Marietta had not chosen withall the wisdom of her years. (TO BE CONTINUED). THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 113
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