"Beautiful?" How can mere words do justice to masses of yellow
corn, mixed recklessly with green and scarlet poppies on a bright
blue ground. No, you should have seen Annette's dress, or you
cannot expect to get the adequate thrill. And when they found
that there was enough cash left over to add a red cotton parasol
to the glorious spoils, every one there beamed in a sort of
friendly joy, and the trader, carried away by the emotions of the
hour, contributed a set of buttons of shining brass.
Warren kept a "meal house," which phrase was a ruse that saved
him from a burdensome hospitality. Determined to do it all in the
best style, Rolf took Annette to the meal-house table. She was
deeply awed by the grandeur of a tablecloth and white plates, but
every one was kind.
Warren, talking to a stranger opposite, and evidently resuming a
subject they had discussed, said:
"Yes, I'd like to send the hull lot down to Albany this week, if
I could get another man for the canoe."
Rolf was interested at once and said: "What wages are you offering?"
"Twenty-five dollars and board."
"How will I do?"
"Well," said Warren, as though thinking it over:
"I dunno but ye would.
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