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They were passing
residences where city and country met. The dwellings of people city bound,
country determined. Homes where men gave so many hours to earning money,
then sped away to train vines, prune trees, dig in warm earth and make
things grow. Such men now crossed green lawns and talked fertilizers, new
annuals, tree surgery, and carried gifts of fragrant, blooming things to
their friends. Here the verandas were wide and children ran from them to
grassy playgrounds; on them women read or sat with embroidery hoops or
visited in small groups.
"Let's move," said Leslie. "Let's coax Daddy to sell our place and come
here. One wouldn't ever need go summering, it's cool and pleasant always.
I'd love it! There's a new house and a lawn under old trees, to shelter
playing children; isn't it charming?"
"Quite! But that small specimen seems refractory."
Leslie leaned forward to see past him. In an open door stood a man clearly
silhouetted against the light. Down the steps sped a screaming boy about
nine.


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