Rowdy of the "Cross L"
Miss Conroy became much interested in the ears of her horse.
"The only thing to decide is whether you like me enough. If you do, we'll sure be happy. Never mind Harry."
"You're very generous," she flared, "telling me to never mind Harry. And Harry's my own brother, and the only near relative I've got I know he's—impulsive, and quick-tempered, perhaps. But he needs me all the more. Do you think I'll turn against him, even for you?"
That "even" may have been a slip, but it heartened Rowdy immensely. "I don't ask you to," he told her gently. "I only want you to not turn against me."
"I do wish you two would be sensible, and stop quarreling." She glanced at him briefly.
"I'm willing to cut it out—I told you that. I can't answer for him, though." Rowdy sighed, wishing Harry Conroy in Australia, or some place equally remote.
Miss Conroy suddenly resolved to be strictly just; and when a young woman sets about being deliberately just, the Lord pity him whom she judges!
"Before I answer you, I must know just what all
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