Тарзан, прийом мавп

           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.