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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"A Daughter of the Land"

What did she
care who worried or what time it was?
"But I'm keeping you here until you will be wet with these mists,"
John Jardine cried at last. "Forgive me, Kate, I never did have
any sense where you were concerned! I'll take you back now, but
you must promise me to meet me here in the morning, say at ten
o'clock. I'll take you back now, if you'll agree to that."
"There's no reason why I shouldn't," said Kate.
"And you're free, free!" he repeated.
The veranda, halls, and ballroom were deserted when they returned
to the hotel. As Kate entered her room, Nancy Ellen sat up in bed
and stared at her sleepily, but she was laughing in high good
humour. She drew her watch from under her pillow and looked at
it.
"Goodness gracious, Miss!" she cried. "Do you know it's almost
three o'clock?"
"I don't care in the least," said Kate, "if it's four or five.
I've had a perfectly heavenly time. Don't talk to me. I'll put
out the light and be quiet as soon as I get my dress off. I think
likely I've ruined it."
"What's the difference?" demanded Nancy Ellen, largely.


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