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The child's growing up. Why,
she'll be eighteen week after next. You must give her something
nice on her birthday."
"I will," said the farmer, his rugged, weather-beaten face
softening with memories. "Is our little girl as old as that? Why,
only the other day I was carrying her on my shoulder to the barn
and tossing her into the haymow. Sure enough, the 10th of April
will be her birthday. Well, she shall choose her own present."
On the afternoon of the 5th of April he went down the long bill to
the station, and was almost like a lover in his eagerness to see
his child. He had come long before the train's schedule time, but
was rewarded at last. When Susie appeared, she gave him a kiss
before every one, and a glad greeting which might have satisfied
the most exacting of lovers. He watched her furtively as they rode
at a smart trot up the hill. Farmer Banning kept no old nags for
his driving, but strong, well-fed, spirited horses that sometimes
drew a light vehicle almost by the reins. "Yes," he thought, "she
has grown a little citified.


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