And a most shockin' an' immodest affair it
was! An' the boots was worth tin dollars over yer father's counter."
"And then you went away, over the Pass, to the Inside, and we never
heard a word of you. Everybody thought you dead."
"Well I recollect the day. An' ye cried in me arms an' wuddent kiss
yer old Matt good-by. But ye did in the ind," he exclaimed,
triumphantly, "whin ye saw I was goin' to lave ye for sure. What a wee
thing ye were!"
"I was only eight."
"An' 'tis twelve year agone. Twelve year I've spint on the Inside,
with niver a trip out. Ye must be twinty now?"
"And almost as big as you," Frona affirmed.
"A likely woman ye've grown into, tall, an' shapely, an' all that." He
looked her over critically. "But ye cud 'a' stood a bit more flesh,
I'm thinkin'."
"No, no," she denied. "Not at twenty, Matt, not at twenty. Feel my
arm, you'll see." She doubled that member till the biceps knotted.
"'Tis muscle," he admitted, passing his hand admiringly over the
swelling bunch; "just as though ye'd been workin' hard for yer livin'."
"Oh, I can swing clubs, and box, and fence," she cried, successively
striking the typical postures; "and swim, and make high dives, chin a
bar twenty times, and--and walk on my hands. There!"
"Is that what ye've been doin'? I thought ye wint away for
book-larnin'," he commented, dryly.
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