. Mary Ware in Texas . Youll have to hurry, she called after him. Breakfast is almost ready. She stooped to open the oven door and peep atthe pan of biscuit within, just beginning to turn adelicate brown. Then she looked up and caughtsight of Phil. He was leaning against the windowlooking in, his arms crossed on the sill as if he hadbeen enjoying the spectacle for some time. For mercy sakes! she exclaimed. How longhave you been there? The coast was clear. Norman was well on hisway to the Metz place, and Mrs. Ware was helpingJack get ready for breakfast. It was as good anopportunity as Phil cou
. Mary Ware in Texas . Youll have to hurry, she called after him. Breakfast is almost ready. She stooped to open the oven door and peep atthe pan of biscuit within, just beginning to turn adelicate brown. Then she looked up and caughtsight of Phil. He was leaning against the windowlooking in, his arms crossed on the sill as if he hadbeen enjoying the spectacle for some time. For mercy sakes! she exclaimed. How longhave you been there? The coast was clear. Norman was well on hisway to the Metz place, and Mrs. Ware was helpingJack get ready for breakfast. It was as good anopportunity as Phil could have hoped for, to repeatthe speech he had rehearsed so many times the nightbefore. And she looked so fresh and wholesomeand sweet, standing there in her pink morning dresswith the big white apron, that she was more likean apple-blossom than anything else he could thinkof. He wanted to tell her so; to tell her she hadnever seemed so dear and desirable as she did atthis moment, when he must be going away to THE NEW YORK[PUBLIC LIBRARY NEW TRAILS 375 Yet how could he tell her, when she was alla-giggle and a-dimple and aglow from her rompwith Norman? Clearly she was too far from hisstate of mind to share it now, or even to under-stand it. After all, she was only a little girl at heart— only eighteen. It wasnt fair to her to awakenher quite yet - - to hurry her into giving a promisewhen she couldnt possibly know her own would wait — So he only leaned on the window-sill and laughedat her for having been caught in such an undigni-fied romp, and asked her when she intended to growup, and if she ever expected to outgrow her pro-pensity for scrapping. But when he had jokedthus a few minutes, he said, quite suddenly andseriously, Mary, I want you to promise me some-thing. She was taking the chickens from the broiler anddid not look at him until they were safely landed inthe hot platter awaiting them, but she said lightly, Yes, your ighness. To the arf of me king
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