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"What are you doing here, anyhow?" she demanded, angrily. "You're
always hanging around, spying on me."
"Somebody's got to keep an eye on you."
"Well, you don't."
"Look here," he said, his young-old face twitching with anxiety.
"You get out from under, kid. You take my advice, and get out from
under. Something's going to fall."
"Just mind your own business, and stop worrying about me. That's
all."
He turned and started out.
"Oh, very well," he said sharply. "But you might take a word of
warning, anyhow. That cousin of yours has got an eye on you, all
right. And we don't want any scandal about the place."
"We? Who are 'we'?"
"Me and Mr. Clayton Spencer," said Joey, smartly, and went out,
banging the door cheerfully.
Anna climbed the hill that night wearily, but with a sense of relief
that Rudolph had not been waiting for her at the yard gate. She was
in no mood to thrust and parry with him. She wondered, rather dully,
what mischief Rudolph was up to.


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