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We went to Pwllheli, a mean old town, at the extremity of the country. Here we bought something, to remember the place. We returned to Caernarvon, where we ate with Mrs. Wynne. We visited, with Mrs. Wynne, Llyn Badarn and Llyn Beris, two lakes, joined by a narrow strait. They are formed by the waters which fall from Snowdon and the opposite mountains.
Beris at a retail price. "You can bring any other fresh vegetables you may have from time to time," the housekeeper told him. "Nobody ever raised any early vegetables about Scoville before. They are very welcome." "Once we get a-going," said Hiram to Mrs. Atterson, "you or Sister can drive in with the spring wagon and dispose of the surplus vegetables.
Bronson, or Lettie. They had gone back to the West over the summer vacation, and when Lettie had returned for her last year at St. Beris, her father had not come on until near Thanksgiving. Hiram had spoken with Lettie several times during the fail, and he thought that she had vastly improved in one way, at least.
Now she tugged at Hiram's sleeve. "Take 'em home in our wagon," she whispered. "I can take you to Scoville or to Miss Bronson's in the farm wagon," Hiram said, smiling. "You can sit on straw in the bottom and be comfortable." "Oh, a straw ride!" cried Lettie. "What fun! And he can drive us right to St. Beris And think what the other girls will say and how they'll stare!"
At the house it was the same. While Hiram was cleaning the wagon and putting a bed of straw into it, and currying the horse and gearing him to the wagon, Mrs. Atterson brought a crock of cookies out upon the porch and talked with the girls from St. Beris.
Do you know that we've sold nigh twenty-five dollars' worth of stuff already this spring, besides that pair of pigs I let Pollock have, and the butter to St. Beris?" "And it's only a beginning," Hiram told her. "Wait til' the peas come along we'll have a mess for the table in a few days now. And the sweet corn and tomatoes.
"I know where you live," said Hiram, smiling and nodding. "You must come and see us. I want you to know father. He's the very nicest man there is, I think." "He came all the way East here so as to live near my school I go to the St. Beris school in Scoville. It's awfully nice, and the girls are very fashionable; but I'd be too lonely to live if daddy wasn't right near me all the time.
"Those those girls from St. Beris. I I tried to dance, and I slipped on some of that horrid soap and and fell down. And they said I was clumsy. And one said: "'Oh, all these country girls are like that. I don't see what Let wanted them here for. "'So't we could all show off better, said another, laughing some more. "And I guess that's right enough," finished Sister. "They don't want me here.
It was a good-sized boat and instantly Hiram recognized at least one person aboard. Miss Lettie Bronson, in a very pretty boating costume, was in the bow. There were half a dozen other girls with her well dressed girls, who were evidently her friends from the St. Beris school at Scoville. "Oh, oh! what a pretty spot!" cried Lettie, on the instant.
With good schools and good roads, and the grange, and all, many rural districts are already ahead of the cities in the things worth while." "Listen to Let lecture!" sniffed one of her friends. "All right. You wait. Maybe you'll see that same young fellow Hi Strong come through this town in his own auto before you graduate from St. Beris." "Pshaw!" exclaimed the other.
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