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Leslie untied the
ribbons of her sunshade and rumpling her hair to the light breeze came
forward laughing.
"Well Mr. Minturn!" she cried. "What is going to become of the taxpayers
of Multiopolis while their champion builds a sod dam?"
Whether the flush on James Minturn's face as he turned to her was
exertion, embarrassment, or unpleasant memory Leslie could not decide; but
she remembered, after her impulsive greeting, that she had been with his
wife in that early morning meeting the day of the trip to the swamp. She
thought of many things as she went forward. James Minturn held out his
muddy hands as he said laughingly: "You see I'm not in condition for our
customary greeting."
"Surely!" cried Leslie. "It is going to wash off, isn't it? If from you,
why not from me?"
"Of course if you want to play!" he said.
"Playing? You? Honestly?" queried Leslie.
"Honestly playing," answered the man. "The 'honestest' playing in all the
world; not the political game, not the money game, not anything called
manly sport, just a day off with my boys, being a boy again.


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