"
He squeezed the dog's body and tickled him knowingly; the little
fellow grinned widely and barked. Caroline sighed.
"It must be grand," she said wistfully, "to walk from one town to
another, that way. Where do you sleep?"
"In barns, sometimes, and there's lots of covered wagons all around
the farm-houses, outside the towns, you know. A church shed's as
good a place as any. I don't like the towns as big as this, though;
I like the country this time o' year."
Caroline nodded comprehendingly, breathing deep breaths of the
fresh, earth-scented air.
"I wish there never were any houses in the world--nor any schools,
either!" she cried.
He smiled. "I never was much for schools, myself," he said. "They
don't smell good."
Caroline looked at him solemnly. She felt that the resolution of her
life was taken. In one ecstatic flash she beheld her future.
"I shall never go to school again," she announced. "I shall--" A
wave of joyous possibility broke over her, but modesty tied her
tongue.
"Could I--would you--I'm a real good walker!" she burst out, and
blushed furiously. Who was she to associate with a dog like William
Thayer?
The young man looked curiously at her. A kind of anxiety clouded his
frank gray eyes.
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