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They rode into the little red brick street of Bassett, and Georgie made untold fuss over the disposition of that duck. THEY RODE INTO THE LITTLE RED BRICK STREET OF BASSETT AND GEORGIE MADE UNTOLD FUSS OVER THE DISPOSITION OF THAT DUCK
s a chance, mother. If it’s a fish or a trunk I won’t.” Georgie laughed. “It’s only a duck. They can do it up very neatly at Mallett’s,” said the mother, simply. “You won’t mind, will you? We’ll have a scratch dinner at nine, because it’s so hot.” The long summer day dragged itself out for centuries; but at last there was tea on the lawn, and Miriam appeared. She was in the saddle before he could offer to help, with the clean spring of the child who mounted the pony for the Thirty-Mile-Ride. The day held mercilessly, though Georgie got down thrice to look for imaginary stones in Rufus’s foot. One cannot say even simple things in broad light, and this that Georgie meditated was not simple. So he spoke seldom, and Miriam was divided between relief and scorn. It annoyed her that the great hulking thing should know she had written the words of the song overnight; for though a maiden may sing her most secret fancies aloud, she does not care to have them trampled over by the male Philistine. NEW THAT WAS COMING YOU'D NEVER MISS A CHANCE MOTHER IF IT'S A FISH OR A TRUNK I WON'T GEORGIE LAUGHED IT'S ONLY A DUCK THAT CAN DO IT UP VERY NEATLY AT MALLETS SAID THE MOTHER SIMPLY YOU WON'T MIND WILL YOU WE'LL HAVE A SCRATCH DINNER AT NINE BECAUSE IT'S SO HOT THE LONG SUMMER DAY DRAGGED ITSELF OUT FOR CENTURIES BUT AT LAST THERE WAS TEA ON THE LAWN AND MIRIAM APPEARED SHE WAS IN THE SADDLE BEFORE HE COULD OFFER TO HELP WITH THE CLEAN SPRING OF THE CHILD WHO MOUNTED THE PONY FOR THE THIRTY MILE RIDE THE DAY HELD MERCILESSLY THOUGH GEORGIE GOT DOWN THRICE TO LOOK FOR IMAGINARY STONES IN RUFUS FOOT ONE CANNOT SAY EVEN SIMPLE THINGS IN BROAD LIGHT AND THIS THAT GEORGIE MEDITATED WAS NOT SIMPLE SO HE SPOKE SELDOM AND MIRIAM WAS DIVIDED BETWEEN RELIEF AND SCORN IT ANNOYED HER THAT THE GREAT HULKING THING SHOULD KNOW SHE HAD WRITTEN THE WORDS OF THE SONG OVERNIGHT FOR THOUGH A MAIDEN MAY SING HER MOST SECRET FANCIES ALOUD SHE DOES NOT CARE TO HAVE THEM TRAMPLED OVER BY THE MALE PHILISTINE
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