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Chapter 10
’Oh-h!’saidMrsFlint,notbelieving,ofcourse.
ButatlastConnierose.
’Imustgo,’shesaid.’MyhusbandhasnoideawhereIam.He’llbewonderingallkindsofthings.’
’He’llneverthinkyou’rehere,’laughedMrsFlintexcitedly.’He’llbesendingthecrierround.’
’Goodbye,Josephine,’saidConnie,kissingthebabyandrufflingitsred,wispyhair.
MrsFlintinsistedonopeningthelockedandbarredfrontdoor.Connieemergedinthefarm’slittlefrontgarden,shutinbyaprivethedge.Thereweretworowsofauriculasbythepath,veryvelvetyandrich.
’Lovelyauriculas,’saidConnie.
’Recklesses,asLukecallsthem,’laughedMrsFlint.’Havesome.’
Andeagerlyshepickedthevelvetandprimroseflowers.
’Enough!Enough!’saidConnie.
Theycametothelittlegardengate.
’Whichwaywereyougoing?’askedMrsFlint.
’BytheWarren.’
’Letmesee!Ohyes,thecowsareintheginclose.Butthey’renotupyet.Butthegate’slocked,you’llhavetoclimb.’
’Icanclimb,’saidConnie.
’PerhapsIcanjustgodowntheclosewithyou.’
Theywentdownthepoor,rabbit-bittenpasture.Birdswerewhistlinginwildeveningtriumphinthewood.Amanwascallingupthelastcows,whichtrailedslowlyoverthepath-wornpasture.
’They’relate,milking,tonight,’saidMrsFlintseverely.’TheyknowLukewon’tbebacktillafterdark.’
Theycametothefence,beyondwhichtheyoungfir-woodbristleddense.Therewasalittlegate,butitwaslocked.Inthegrassontheinsidestoodabottle,empty.
