"
She thrust her face outward, its pink-and-white vividness very close to
his.
"Is my daddy's daughter going out in a seventy horse-power to Delmar
Garden? She is!"
"Them New York boys spend too much money on the girls when they come.
They spoil them for the home young men."
"Can I help it if he couldn't tear himself away?"
"S-ay, don't fool yourself! I said to him to-day he should stay over
Sunday. After the bill of goods I bought from him this morning, and the
way he only comes out to see his trade once in five or six years, he
should stay and mix with them a little longer. That fellow knows good
business."
She turned her face with a fling of curls to the right of her, linking
closer into the soft arm there.
"Listen to him, Mamma Hat! Let's shove a brick house over on him."
When Mrs. Goldstone finally spoke there was a depth to her voice that
seemed to create sudden quiet.
"Effie, Effie, why didn't you let him go?"
"Let him? Did I tie any strings to him? I said good-by to him in the
store this afternoon. Can I help it that the boys love me? Why didn't I
let him go, she says!"
Her father pinched her slyly at that. "_Echta_ fresh kid," he said.
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