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MY PRAIRIE FLOWER
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turned and slowly retraced his steps toward the house.
"One would think you were the master, not the man/'' cried Flora as she turned to Bob.
"I'm a man/' he reminded. "Any cad like that would obey in such a case."
"But the salute ?" she reminded. At the first glance she had guessed the truth.
"That gets me," admitted Bob with a laugh. "But let's forget the boss. I haven't had a chance to thank you for all your kindness yesterday and there could not be a more appropriate spot than the scene of my Waterloo."
"You remember the place?" she asked quickly and the color surged to her cheeks again.
Bob threw off his sombrero, this time one that fitted, and sank upon the grass at her feet.
"Can I ever forget it?" he asked soberly.
Later in the afternoon the livery rig from town came toiling through the alkali and discharged Henry Ford.
"I had to come after the boy," he said awkwardly, when he had exchanged greetings with his old chum, and had been made known to Mrs. Jones.
"I've got him working hard, as you told me," explained Jones placidly.
"It looks like it." suggested Bob's father drily, as that young man came cantering toward the house with Flora, so engrossed in their conversation that he did not see the group on the porch.
"His man may be able to tell you more than 1 can," suggested Jones, and Ford gave a shout.
"His man!" he echoed. "I'll bet the boy has got Jenkins doing his hard work for him. Bob, you scamp, here's your old father come to see you."
Bob slipped quickly from his horse
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