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?©, Lyda Farrington

"We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses"


[Illustration: "WITHOUT STOPPING HER MUSIC, SHE TALKED BACK, IN THE SAME
TONE OF VOICE."]
The story I was reading was A 1, and I'd got to a _very_ thrilling
place, where the boy comes face to face with an infuriated tiger, when I
heard something said outside that just took all the interest out of my
book. Phil was speaking sharply,--I wondered Nora and Chad didn't hear
him. "What's the _matter_ with you?" he flared out. "I declare, you're
getting as fussy as an old cat! I won't stand the way you're watching
me, and you've just got to drop it. I'm not a _baby_, to be tied to
anybody's apron-strings! I'll go and come as I please."
I didn't hear what Fee said to this, but Phil's answer to it was quite
loud: "Yes, I _am_ going,--to-night, and to-morrow night, and any other
night I please. The _idea_ of a fellow of my age not being able to go
out for a walk without asking your permission!"
[Illustration: "THE STORY I WAS READING WAS A 1."]
"When you talk like that you are downright silly!" broke in Felix. I
could tell by his voice he was trying hard to control his temper.
"'Tisn't the going out that anybody objects to; it's the person you're
going with.


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