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The Giant Again
Philanderinahugetouringcarbelongingtotheformer,andquicklywhirledawaythroughthedensenorthernwoodstowardthelittlefarmwhichthegirlhadnotvisitedbeforesincechildhood.
Thefarmhouse,whichstoodonalittleelevationsomehundredyardsfromthetenanthouse,hadundergoneacompletetransformationduringthethreeweeksthatClaytonandMr.Philanderhadbeenthere.
Theformerhadimportedasmallarmyofcarpentersandplasterers,plumbersandpaintersfromadistantcity,andwhathadbeenbutadilapidatedshellwhentheyreacheditwasnowacosylittletwo-storyhousefilledwitheverymodernconvenienceprocurableinsoshortatime.
"Why,Mr.Clayton,whathaveyoudone?"criedJanePorter,herheartsinkingwithinherassherealizedtheprobablesizeoftheexpenditurethathadbeenmade.
"S-sh,"cautionedClayton."Don’tletyourfatherguess.Ifyoudon’ttellhimhewillnevernotice,andIsimplycouldn’tthinkofhimlivingintheterriblesqualorandsordidnesswhichMr.PhilanderandIfound.ItwassolittlewhenIwouldliketodosomuch,Jane.Forhissake,please,nevermentionit."
"Butyouknowthatwecan’trepayyou,"criedthegirl."Whydoyouwanttoputmeundersuchterribleobligations?"
"Don’t,Jane,"saidClaytonsadly.
