Neither of
them amounted to very much, though, I guess. I was scared stiff!"
"Don't believe it!"
"Sure I was."
"I don't believe you'd be scared. You're too earnest."
"Me, Miss Nelly? Why, I'm a regular cut-up."
"You stop making fun of yourself! I _like_ it when you're
earnest--like when you saw that beautiful snowfall last
night.... Oh dear, isn't it hard to have to miss so many
beautiful things here in the city--there's just the parks, and
even there there aren't any birds, real wild birds, like we used
to have in Pennsylvania."
"Yes, isn't it! Isn't it hard!" Mr. Wrenn drew nearer and looked
sympathy.
"I'm afraid I'm getting gushy. Miss Hartenstein--she's in my
department--she'd laugh at me.... But I do love birds and
squirrels and pussy-willows and all those things. In summer
I love to go on picnics on Staten Island or tramp in Van
Cortlandt Park."
"Would you go on a picnic with me some day next spring?"
Hastily, "I mean with Miss Proudfoot and Mrs. Arty and me?"
"I should be pleased to.
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