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       Grace S. Richmond

      Strawberry Acres

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664586933

       PART I.—FIVE MILES OUT

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       PART TWO

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

      PART I.—FIVE MILES OUT

      CHAPTER

      I. Five Miles Out

      II. Everybody Explores

      III. The Apartment Overflows

      IV. Arguments and Answers

      V. Telephones and Tents

      VI. In the Pine Grove

      VII. Everybody is Satisfied

      VIII. Problems and Hearts

      IX. Max Compromises

      X. Jack-O'-Lantern

      PART II.—THE LANES AND THE ACRES

      I. What's in a Name

      II. In the Old Garden

      III. Afternoon Tea

      IV. Two and Two

      V. On an August Evening

      VI. Time-Tables

      VII. The Southbound Limited

      VIII. From April North

      IX. Round the Corner

      X. Green Leaves

      Strawberry Acres

       Table of Contents

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      FIVE MILES OUT

      The four Lanes—Max, Sally, Alec and Robert—climbed the five flights of stairs to their small flat with the agility of youth and the impetus of high but subdued excitement. Uncle Timothy Rudd, following more slowly, reached the outer door of the little suite of rooms in time to hear what seemed to be the first outburst.

      "Well, what do you think now?"

      "Forty-two acres and the house! Open the windows and give us air!"

      "Acres run to seed, and the house tumbling down about its own ears! A magnificent inheritance that!" Max cast his hat upon a chair as if he flung it away with the inheritance.

      "But who ever thought Uncle Maxwell Lane would ever leave his poor relations anything?" This was Sally.

      "Five miles out by road—a bit less by trolley. Let's go and see it to-morrow afternoon. Thank goodness a half holiday is so near."

      "Anybody been by the place lately?"

      "I was, just the other day, on my wheel. I didn't think it looked so awfully bad." This was Robert, the sixteen-year-old.

      As Uncle Timothy entered the tiny sitting-room Sally was speaking. She had thrown her black veil back over her hat, revealing masses of flaxen hair, and deep blue eyes glowing with interest. Her delicate cheeks were warmly flushed, partly with excitement, and partly because for two hours now—during the journey from the flat to the lawyer's office, the period spent therein listening to the reading of Uncle Maxwell Lane's will and the business appertaining thereto, and the return trip home—she had worn the veil closely drawn. Her simple mourning was to her a screen behind which to shield herself from curious eyes, always attracted by those masses of singularly fair hair and the unusual contours of the young face beneath.

      "I think it's a godsend, if ever anything was," she was saying. "Here's Max, killing himself in the bank, and Alec growing pale and grouchy in the office, and even Bob—" She was interrupted by a chorus of protests against her terms of description.

      "I'm not killing myself!"

      "Pale and grouchy! I'm not a patch on—"

      "What's the matter with Bob, Sally Lunn?"

      "And Uncle Timmy," continued Sally, undisturbed by interpolations to which she was quite accustomed, "pining for fresh air—."

      "I walk in the park every day, my dear," Uncle Timothy felt obliged to remind her.

      "Yes, I know. But you've lived in a little city flat just as long as it's good for you, and you need to be turned outdoors. So do we all. Oh, boys, and Uncle Timmy!—I just sat there, crying and smiling under