As Samson and Harry were making their farewells,
Annabel asked the latter:
"May I whisper something in your ear?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't," he said.
He bent his head to her and she kissed his cheek and ran away into the
house.
"That means come again," she called from the door, with a laugh.
"I guess I'll have to--to get even," he answered.
"That's a pretty likely girl," said Samson, as they were driving away.
"She's as handsome as a picture."
"She is--no mistake!" Samson declared. "She's a good-hearted girl, too.
You can tell that by her face and her voice. She's as gentle as a kitten,
and about as wide awake as a weasel."
"I don't care much for girls these days," Harry answered. "I guess I'll
never get married."
"Nonsense! A big, strapping, handsome young feller like you, only twenty
years old! Of course you'll get married."
"I don't see how I'm ever going to care much for another girl," the boy
answered.
"There are a lot o' things in the world that you don't see, boy.
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