Only an Irish Girl
Only an Irish Girl
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ortified Belle--springs to her feet with a cry.
"I knew I should find you here eating all those strawberries!" the newcomer goes on placidly. "Girls do not expose their complexions to a sun like this for nothing."
"Where are the others?" Honor asks lazily.
"'Deed and I hardly know. They strolled away by twos and threes till there wasn't a soul left to chum with; and then I bethought me"--with a mocking glance at Belle--"of you; and here I am."
"Polite!" her sister murmurs. "But, to tell the truth, dear, we should prefer your room--no, your strawberries"--for he has begun his onslaught already--"to your company."
"Sha'n't budge now till I've finished this pile," he retorts coolly; and the girls laugh.
The sun slants fiery red between the boles of the old fruit-trees, burns little crimson patches on Belle's fair skin, and turns Honor's cheeks to the hue of wild poppies. The air is heavy with a dozen different odors--of ripening fruit, mignonette, wild roses, and--sweete
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