HIGH WINDS 



u No. Air cure. Come round on the other 

 side.&quot; 



&quot; Who s the young lady ? &quot; 



&quot; Hostess, daughter, maid, Daphne, anything 

 you like.&quot; 



&quot; Not at all bad looking.&quot; 



&quot; Not at all, for a rustic.&quot; 



&quot; Understand you are roughing it over in the 

 woods.&quot; 



&quot; Yes trying to get all there is out of it.&quot; 



&quot; How much have you got ? &quot; 



&quot; Doctor says forty-five years.&quot; 



&quot; Good Heavens, you don t expect to live that 

 long! What for?&quot; 



&quot; To get all there is out of it.&quot; 



&quot; You must be of German extraction.&quot; 



&quot; Probably.&quot; 



&quot; Perhaps there s something in it worth getting 

 out that I haven t heard of.&quot; 



&quot; Very likely.&quot; 



&quot; Picked the idea up in the woods, perhaps ? 

 Let s get out of this infernal wind.&quot; 



&quot; It will go down in a minute. Observe the 

 view.&quot; 



&quot; Pardon me. You observe it. I ll get round 

 where there s less of it.&quot; 



I saw him turn the corner of the porch as if 

 he were pushed from behind, and for a moment 

 he reminded me of the yellow dog. But I kept 

 after him relentlessly. He sat down in one of the 

 heavy rockers, and just as I was expecting to see 

 him cough, Griselle appeared with a rug. 



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