Strawberry Acres eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about Strawberry Acres.

Strawberry Acres eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about Strawberry Acres.

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

PART I.—­FIVE MILES OUT

CHAPTER I

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.

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