" She was prim but trusting about it.
"Oh, listen, Mr. Wrenn; did you ever tramp along the Palisades
as far as Englewood? It's lovely there--the woods and the river
and all those funny little tugs puffing along, way _way_ down
below you--why, I could lie on the rocks up there and just dream
and dream for hours. After I've spent Sunday up there"--she
was dreaming now, he saw, and his heart was passionately tender
toward her--"I don't hardly mind a bit having to go back to the
store Monday morning.... You've been up along there, haven't you?"
"Me? Why, I guess I'm the guy that discovered the Palisades!...
Yes, it is _won_-derful up there!"
"Oh, you are, are you? I read about that in American history!...
But honestly, Mr. Wrenn, I do believe you care for tramps and
things--not like that Teddem or Mr. Duncan--they always want
to just stay in town--or even Tom, though he's an old dear."
Mr. Wrenn looked jealous, with a small hot jealousy. She
hastened on with: "Of course, I mean he's just like a big
brother.
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