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Tell you what I'll do. I'll start you on the road myself,
come with you the first day and show you how it's worked. You
could have the time of your life in this thing, and give
yourself a fine vacation. It would give your brother a good
surprise, too. Why not?"
I don't know whether it was the neatness of his absurd little
van, or the madness of the whole proposition, or just the
desire to have an adventure of my own and play a trick on
Andrew, but anyway, some extraordinary impulse seized me and
I roared with laughter.
"Right!" I said. "I'll do it."
I, Helen McGill, in the thirty-ninth year of my age!
CHAPTER THREE
Well," I thought, "if I'm in for an adventure I may as well be
spry about it. Andrew'll be home by half-past twelve and if
I'm going to give him the slip I'd better get a start. I
suppose he'll think I'm crazy! He'll follow me, I guess.
Well, he just shan't catch me, that's all!" A kind of anger
came over me to think that I'd been living on that farm for
nearly fifteen years--yes, sir, ever since I was
twenty-five--and hardly ever been away except for that trip to
Boston once a year to go shopping with cousin Edie. I'm a
home-keeping soul, I guess, and I love my kitchen and my
preserve cupboard and my linen closet as well as grandmother
ever did, but something in that blue October air and that
crazy little red-bearded man just tickled me.
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