Campbell.
"I--I don't think mother would let me," she faltered.
Her tormentor smiled grimly.
"It's not hard to find some excuse," he said sarcastically.
Cecily crimsoned and sat up facing Mr. Campbell spunkily.
"It's NOT an excuse," she said. "If mother will let me go to
church like this I'll go. But I'll have to tell HER why, Mr.
Campbell, because I'm certain she'd never let me if I didn't."
"Oh, you can tell all your own family," said Mr. Campbell, "but
remember, none of them must tell it outside until Sunday is over.
If they do, I'll be sure to find it out and then our bargain is
off. If I see you in church tomorrow, dressed as you are now,
I'll give you my name and five dollars. But I won't see you.
You'll shrink when you've had time to think it over."
"I sha'n't," said Cecily resolutely.
"Well, we'll see. And now come out to the barn with me. I've got
the prettiest little drove of calves out there you ever saw. I
want you to see them."
Mr. Campbell took us all over his barns and was very affable. He
had beautiful horses, cows and sheep, and I enjoyed seeing them.
I don't think Cecily did, however. She was very quiet and even
Mr. Campbell's handsome new span of dappled grays failed to arouse
any enthusiasm in her.
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