It's his boast that he was born,
bred and educated right in Vermont. He isn't a bad old buck--if he
wouldn't pester a fellow with too many questions."
"He lives out beyond us," Hilary told Shirley. "There's a great apple
tree right in front of the gate. He has an old house-keeper to look
after him. I wish you could see his books--he's literally surrounded
with them."
"Not storybooks," Patience added. "He says, they're books full of
stories, if one's a mind to look for them."
"Please," Edna protested, "let's change the subject. Are we to have
badges, or not?"
"Pins," Bell suggested.
"Pins would have to be made to order," Pauline objected, "and would be
more or less expensive."
"And it's an unwritten by-law of this club, that we shall go to no
unnecessary expense," Tom insisted.
"But--" Bell began.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking," Tom broke in, "but Uncle Jerry
didn't charge for the stage--he said he was only too glad to have the
poor thing used--'twas a dull life for her, shut up in the
carriage-house year in and year out."
"The Folly isn't a she," Patience protested.
"Folly generally is feminine," Tracy said, "and so--"
"And he let us have the horses, too--for our initial outing," Tom went
on.
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