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"Well, for pit !" exclaimed a stout matron seated immediately in front of them. "If it ain't Mary Peneyre an' Thomas too! An' Mrs. Bond for goodness' sake! Well, say, you folks ARE strangers. When 'jew all get here? Sammy never told me you was coming!" "How d'you do, Mrs. Pidgeon?" said Sammy's aunt, cordially. "No, Samantha didn't know it. We came ah rather suddenly.
Even on this brilliant afternoon the old Peneyre place looked dull and gloomy. Dusty dark pines and eucalyptus trees grew close about the house. There was no garden, but here and there an unkempt geranium or rank great bush of marguerites sprawled in the uncut grass, and rose bushes, long grown wild, stood in spraying clusters that were higher than a man's head.
The horse chose his own way on the corduroy road, for the rider was lost in dreams. Clown was a lean old dapple gray so far advanced in years and ailments that when Doctor Peneyre had bought him, the year before, the dealer had felt constrained to remark: "He's better'n he looks, Doc'. You'll get your seven dollars' worth out of him yet!"
Her whole body was curved about the child as he lay in her lap, and her adoring look was intent upon him. Danny was smiling up at his mother in a blissful interval, his soft little hand lying upon her contented heart. Through the tremulous beauty of the California woods, in the silent April afternoon, came Sammy Peneyre, riding Clown.
Bond a cheerfully assured greeting, and, with the freedom of long-gone days when he had played in the back lot with the Peneyre children, he addressed the young people as "Mary" and "Tom." If three of the party thought him decidedly "fresh," Sammy had no such criticism. She evidently adored her lover.
To which the doctor had amiably responded: "Your saying so makes me wonder if I WILL, Joe. However, I'll have my boy groom him and feed him, and we'll see!" But, as Clown had stubbornly refused to respond to grooming and feeding, he was, like other despised and discarded articles, voted by the Peneyre family quite good enough for Sammy, and Sammy accepted him gratefully.
Yes, I've not been in Wheatfield for ten years. We got here on the two o'clock train." "Going to stay long, Mary?" said Mrs. Pidgeon, sociably. "Only a few days," said Miss Peneyre, distantly. "Look out you don't find you're a little late," said Mrs. Pidgeon, with great archness. "I'm surprised you ain't asked me if there's any news from Sammy. Whole village talking about it."
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