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SUNDAY
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the cabin anyway. But of course it was only because he wanted to spare her any unpleasantness.
Did she really want to marry him and go to England to live? It was so hard to decide! England would be lovely, of course — the great Brinthrope manor Arthur had told her about, and the gay times they had there, and Arthur himself always at her side, handsome, polished, devoted. But it would mean leaving Jackey and Lively — and worse than leaving them: running away from them. It would be just like leaving your father and mother, because, hard-bitten old miners that
they were, they'd been father and mother to her since long before she could remember.
The sun was out of sight already, behind the tall pines that surrounded the cabin. In a few minutes it would be touching the peak of Old Baldy, and Arthur would be at the river, waiting for her answer — an answer she didn't have. If only she didn't have to tell him right away! If only she could talk it over, sensibly, with Jackey and Lively, without running into their stubborn conviction that Arthur was a "nogood, smooth-talkin' galoot!"
Still undecided, she went down
through the sweet-smelling woods to the grove by the river; and, as she had known he would be, Arthur was there waiting for her. At sight of him she felt a tingle of excitement. He was always so clean, so well-barbered — not at all like the Silver Creek men, who shaved only for special occasions. Not Bill, of course — but Bill would be as bad as the others, given another five years in Silver Creek.
Arthur Brinthrope heard her light step and jumped down from the rock where he had been perched.
"Sunday darling," he said tenderly, "I was afraid you weren't
FEBRUARY, 1940
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