Also there were three glass alleys, two agate taws and thirty-eight commies.

And to hold his outfit there was a rather sizable box which he with his own hands had papered inside and out from a remnant of gorgeously flowered wall-paper.
When all was ready he went in to break the news to Clytie.

She, busy with her baking, heard him declare: "Now--I'm going to leave this place!" with the look of one who will not be coaxed nor in any manner dissuaded.

He thought she took it rather coolly, though Allan ran, as promptly as he could have wished, to tell his grandfather.
"I'm going to be a regular mean one--_worse'n_ Budd Jackson!" he continued to Clytie.

He was glad to see that this brought her to her senses.
"Will you stay if I give you--an orange ?" "No, _sir;_--you'll never set eyes on _me_ again!" "Oh, now!--two oranges ?" "I can't--I _got_ to go!" in a voice tense with effort.
"All right! Then I'll give them to Allan." She continued to take brown loaves from the oven and to put other loaves in to bake, while he stood awkwardly by, loath to part from her.