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making soup jellies!" She sprang up and walked restlessly to the window, staring out at the undulating meadowland.
"I'm sick of the sight of those fields!" she exclaimed almost violently.

"The same deadly dull green fields day after day.

If--if one of them would only turn pink for a change it would be a relief!" Her breath caught in a strangled sob.
Sandy followed her to the window.
"Look here, Nan, you can't go on like this." There was an unaccustomed decision in his tones; the boyish inflection had gone.