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Margaret hoped he had a pleasant passage over. Her father, thank you, was in the pink of condition. Oh, yes, she was quite well. She hoped Mr. Woods would not find America   "Well, Peggy," said Mr. Woods, "then, we'll have it out right here." His insolence was so surprising that  in order to recover herself  Margaret actually sat down under the maple tree. Peggy, indeed! Why, she hadn't been called Peggy for  no, not for four whole years! MARGARET HOPED HE HAD A PLEASANT PASSAGE OVER HER FATHER THANK YOU WAS IN THE PINK OF CONDITION OH YES SHE WAS QUITE WELL SHE HOPED MISTER WOODS WOULD NOT FIND AMERICA WELL PEGGY SAID MISTER WOODS THEN WE'LL HAVE IT OUT RIGHT HERE HIS INSOLENCE WAS SO SURPRISING THAT IN ORDER TO RECOVER HERSELF MARGARET ACTUALLY SAT DOWN UNDER THE MAPLE TREE PEGGY INDEED WHY SHE HADN'T BEEN CALLED PEGGYFOOT NO NOT FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS
etty figure they'd cut strolling through the fields, like a house-girl and the milkman on a Sunday afternoon! She would simply say she was too tired to walk, and that would end the matter. So she said she thought the exercise would do them both good. They came presently with desultory chat to a meadow bravely decked in all the gauds of Spring. About them the day was clear, the air bland. Spring had revamped her ageless fripperies of tender leaves and bird-cries and sweet, warm odours for the adornment of this meadow; above it she had set a turkis sky splashed here and there with little clouds that were like whipped cream; and upon it she had scattered largesse, a Danaë's shower of buttercups. Altogether, she had made of it a particularly dangerous meadow for a man and a maid to frequent. Yet there Mr. Woods paused under a burgeoning maple--paused resolutely, with the lures of Spring thick about him, compassed with every snare of scent and sound and colour that the witch is mistress of. ALK BACK WITH HIM A PRETTY FIGURE THEY'D CUT STROLLING THROUGH THE FIELDS LIKE A HOUSE GIRL IN THE MILKMAN ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON SHE WOULD SIMPLY SAY SHE WAS TOO TIRED TO WALK AND THAT WOULD END THE MATTER SO SHE SAID SHE THOUGHT THE EXERCISE WOULD DO THEM BOTH GOOD THEY CAME PRESENTLY WITH DESULTORY CHAT TO A MEADOW BRAVELY DECKED IN ALL THE GODS OF SPRING ABOUT THEM THE DAY WAS CLEAR THE AIR BLAND SPRING HAD REVAMED HER AGELESS FIPPERIES OF TENDER LEAVES AND BIRD CRIES AND SWEET WARM ODORS FOR THE ADORNMENT OF THIS MEADOW ABOVE IT SHE HAD SET A TURKISH SKY SPLASHED HERE AND THERE WITH LITTLE CLOUDS THAT WERE LIKE WHIPPED CREAM AND UPON IT SHE HAD SCATTERED LARGESSE A DENIZED SHOWER OF BUTTERCUPS ALTOGETHER SHE HAD MADE OF IT A PARTICULARLY DANGEROUS MEADOW FOR A MAN AND A MAID TO FREQUENT YET THERE MISTER WOODS PAUSED UNDER A BURDENING MAPLE PAUSED RESOLUTELY WITH THE LURES OF SPRING THICK ABOUT HIM COMPASS WITH EVERY SNARE OF SCENT AND SOUND AND COLOR THAT THE WITCH IS A MISTRESS OF
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