Banning. Am I not
a spectacle to men and gods?" he added, drawing up the garment,
which ceased to be nether in that it reached almost to his
shoulders.
"Indeed you are," cried Sue, holding her side from laughing. Mrs.
Banning also vainly tried to repress her hilarity over the absurd
guy into which the nattily-dressed city man had transformed
himself.
"Come," he cried, "no frivolity! You shall at least say I kept my
word about the trees to-day." And they started at once for the
scene of action, Minturn obtaining on the way a shovel from the
tool-room.
"To think she's eighteen years old and got a beau!" muttered the
farmer, as he and Hiram started two new holes. They were dug and
others begun, yet the young people had not returned. "That's the
way with young men nowadays--'big cry, little wool.' I thought I
was going to have Sue around with me all day. Might as well get
used to it, I suppose. Eighteen! Her mother's wasn't much older
when--yes, hang it, there's always a WHEN with these likely girls.
I'd just like to start in again on that day when I tossed her into
the haymow.
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