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Minturn. "How
can you hit like that? You make me feel like a--like a----! Oh Lord!"
"Don't let's talk any more, Mrs. Minturn," suggested Leslie. "You know
what all refined, home-loving people think. You know society and what it
has to offer. You're making yourself unhappy, while I am helping you, but
if some one doesn't stop you, you may lose the love of a good man, the
respect of the people worth while, and later of your own children! See,
here is the swamp and this is as close as we can go with the car."
"Is this where you found the flowers for your basket?"
"Yes," said Leslie.
"No snakes, no quicksands?"
"Snakes don't like this kind of moss," answered Leslie; "this is an old
lake bed grown up with tamaracks and the bog of a thousand years."
"Looks as if ten thousand might come closer!"
"Where you ever in such a place?" asked Leslie.
"Never!" said Mrs. Minturn.
"Well to do this to perfection," said Leslie, "we should go far enough for
you to see the home life of our rarest wild flowers and to get the music
full effect.


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