” “I’ll wait, then. “What ought you to do?” “I’ve hunted up all sorts of things. ” She closed her mouth. He was only a younger son, and you know what trouble we had. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring.
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