He succeeded finally, and walked slowly to the outside kitchen door,
where he stood, looking in at Mary.
The girl was working over the stove, from which, floating to the
doorway where Sanderson stood, came various delicious odors.
Mary was arrayed in a neat-fitting house dress of some soft print
material, with a huge apron over it. Her sleeves were rolled slightly
above the elbows; her face was flushed, and when she turned and saw
Sanderson her eyes grew very bright.
"Oh," she said; "you are up! I was just thinking of calling you!" She
ran to him, threw her arms around him, and, in spite of his efforts to
evade her, she kissed him first on one cheek and then on the other.
Noting his reluctance she stepped back and looked reprovingly at him.
"You seem so distant, Will. And I am so glad to see you!"
"I ain't used to bein' kissed, I expect."
"But--by your sister!"
He reddened. "I ain't seen you for a long time, you know. Give me
time, an' mebbe I'll get used to it."
"I hope so," she smiled.
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