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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Bob Hampton of Placer"

"Why, it is perfectly delightful," she
exclaimed. "I had no idea it was so serious, and really I don't in the
least blame you. You love him, don't you, Naida?"
The girl flashed a shy look into the beaming, inquisitive face. "I
don't know," she confessed, soberly. "I have not even seen him for
such a long time; but--but, I guess, he is more to me than any one
else--"
"Not seen him? Do you mean to say Mr. Hampton is not here in Glencaid?
Why, I am so sorry; I was hoping to meet him."
"He went away the same night I came here to live."
"And you never even hear from him?"
Naida hesitated, but the frankly displayed interest of the other won
her complete girlish confidence. "Not directly, but Mr. Herndon
receives money from him for me. He does n't let your aunt know
anything about it, because she got angry and refused to accept any pay
from him. He is somewhere over yonder in the Black Range."
Miss Spencer shook back her hair with a merry laugh, and clasped her
hands. "Why, it is just the most delightful situation I ever heard
about. He is just certain to come back after you, Naida. I wouldn't
miss being here for anything.


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