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 his cigar into a bonbon-dish on the little side-table, “why don’t you run right up there with me to-night, and we’ll look it all over and sort of plan it out? We can go up on the six-thirty, and get there by half-past ten, and stop at the hotel, and be there all ready to look it over to-morrow. Now, how’s that?”

“Why, but, Cousin Lorando—I—there isn’t time—I hadn’t planned—”

“Lord, neither had I, but what’s the difference? If you want a thing done, go and do it yourself. Wouldn’t you like to go? It’s lovely up there; the spring’s coming on fast, you know. I got lots of pussy-willow, and some little fellows told me there were May-flowers somewhere. You’ll see more grass in a minute there than you can hunt up here in a week. Come on, Cousin Jule!”

“I believe I will!” said Miss Trueman, with conviction.

“Just pack up a bag for your aunt, Carrie, while I get a cab,” said Mr.