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'" "I remember." "And we all went in the gate and loved every bit of it: the stone steps, the hollyhocks growing under the windows, the yellow paint and the green blinds; and father looked in the windows, and the rooms were large and sunny, and we wanted to drive the horse into the barn and stay there forever!" I REMEMBER AND WE ALL WENT TO THE GATE AND WE LOVED EVERY BIT OF IT THE STONE STEPS HOLLYHOCKS GROWING UNDER THE WINDOWS THE YELLOW PAINT AND THE GREEN BLINDS AND FATHER LOOKED IN THE WINDOWS AND THE ROOMS WERE LARGE AND SUNNY AND WE WANTED TO DRIVE THE HORSE INTO THE BARN AND JUST STAY THERE FOR EVER
ke you say yes." "Very well, I'm all ears!" "Now put on your thinking cap! Do you remember once, years and years ago, before Peter it was, that father took us on a driving trip through some dear little villages in Maine?" (The Careys never dated their happenings eighteen hundred and anything. It was always: Just before Peter, Immediately after Peter, or A Long Time after Peter, which answered all purposes.) "I remember." "It was one of Gilbert's thirsty days, and we stopped at nearly every convenient pump to give him drinks of water, and at noon we came to the loveliest wayside well with a real moss-covered bucket; do you remember?" "I remember." "And we all clambered out, and father said it was time for luncheon, and we unpacked the baskets on the greensward near a beautiful tree, and father said, 'Don't spread the table too near the house, dears, or they'll cry when they see our doughnuts!' and Kitty, who had been running about, came up and cried, 'It's an empty house; come and look! NG STORY TOO SO AS TO WORK ON YOUR FEELINGS AND MAKE YOU SAY YES VERY WELL I'M ALL EARS NOW PUT ON YOUR THINKING CAP DO YOU REMEMBER ONCE YEARS AND YEARS AGO BEFORE PETER IT WAS THAT FATHER TOOK US ON A DRIVING TRIP THROUGH SOME DEAR LITTLE VILLAGES IN MAINE THE CAREYS NEVER DATED THEIR HAPPENINGS EIGHTEEN HUNDRED IN ANYTHING IT WAS ALWAYS JUST BEFORE PETER IMMEDIATELY AFTER PETER OR A LONG TIME AFTER PETER WHICH ANSWERED ALL PURPOSES I REMEMBER IT WAS ONE OF GILBERT'S THIRSTY DAYS AND WE STOPPED AT NEARLY EVERY CONVENIENT PUMP TO GIVE HIM DRINKS OF WATER AND AT NOON WE CAME TO THE LOVELIEST WAYSIDE WELL WITH A REAL MOSS COVERED BUCKET DO YOU REMEMBER I REMEMBER AND WE ALL CLAMBERED OUT AND FATHER SAID IT WAS TIME FOR LUNCHEON AND WE UNPACKED THE BASKETS ON THE GREENSWARD NEAR A BEAUTIFUL TREE AND FATHER SAID DON'T SPREAD THE TABLE TOO NEAR THE HOUSE DEARS OR THEY'LL CRY WHEN THEY SEE OUR DOUGHNUTS AND KITTY WHO HAD BEEN RUNNING ABOUT CAME UP AND CRIED IT'S AN EMPTY HOUSE COME AND LOOK
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