Then we can get our deed--or whatever it is--and sell the timber." "Well, _what_ do you know about _that_!" Marion exclaimed ecstatically, leaning forward across the little table with her hands clasped.

Nature had given her a much nicer voice than Kate's, and the trite phrase acquired a pretty distinctiveness just from the way she said it.

"But--would you have to stay five years, Kate ?" she added dubiously.
"No, that's the beauty of it, you can do all the five hundred dollars' worth in one year, Marion." "Five hundred dollars' worth of digging holes in the ground!" Marion gasped, giggling a little.

"Good night!" "Now please wait until you hear the rest of it!" Kate's tone sharpened a little with impatience.

She moved a petulant elbow while a tired waitress placed two glasses of water and a tiny plate of white and brown bread upon the table.