" "He'll have hard work to do it by that time, father," remonstrated Thames; "you'd better let me help him. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner. Nice goings on. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home.
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