Then we could go home together afterward." She did not look at me now.

Instead she turned her head.
"Are--are you sure there is enough for two ?" she asked, in a curiously choked tone.
By way of answer I led the horse to the bushes, drew the lunch basket from the shade, and threw back the cover.

Dorinda's picnic lunches were triumphs and she had never put up a more tempting one.
Miss Colton looked down into the basket.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"There appears to be enough, doesn't there ?" I observed, drily.
"But--but I couldn't think of.

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