Well, never mind; some other
day you will fare better."
"Why should I not enjoy myself?" he asked in well-feigned
surprise. "What condition of a good time is absent? Even an April
day has forgotten to be moody, and we are having unclouded, genial
sunshine. The air is delicious with springtime fragrance. Were
ever hemlocks so aromatic as these young fellows? They come out of
the ground so readily that one would think them aware of their
proud destiny. Of course I'm enjoying myself. Even the robins and
sparrows know it, and are singing as if possessed."
"Hadn't you better give up your law-office and turn farmer?"
"This isn't farming. This is embroidery-work."
"Well, if all these trees grow they will embroider the old place,
won't they?"
"They'll grow, every mother's son of 'em."
"What makes you so confident?"
"I'm not confident. That's where you are mistaken." And he gave
her such a direct, keen look that she suddenly found something to
do elsewhere.
"I declare!" she exclaimed mentally, "he seems to read my very
thoughts.
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