The seeds were earth enfolded in warm black beds, with
flower seeds tucked in for borders. The cut grass was raked back, and
spread to dry for the rented cow.
When nothing further was to be accomplished there, they returned to
Multiopolis to hasten preparations for the coming day. It was all so good
Leslie stopped at her father's office and poured a flood of cloverbloom,
bird notes and water shimmer into his willing ears.
She seldom went to Douglas Bruce's offices, but she ran up a few moments
to try in person to ease what she felt would be disappointment in not
spending the evening with her. The day would be full far into the night
with affairs at home, he would notice the closing of the house, and she
could not risk him spoiling her plans by finding out what they were,
before she was ready. She found him surrounded with huge ledgers, delving
and already fretting for Mickey. She stood laughing in his doorway, half
piqued to find him so absorbed in his work, and so full of the boy he was
missing, that he seemed to take her news that she was too busy to see him
that night with quite too bearable calmness; but his earnestness about
coming the following night worked his pardon, so Leslie left laughing to
herself over the surprise in store for him.
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