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62 "Nothing" we all three answered at once. Mama's voice from [[strikethrough]]] the [[/strikethrough]] up stairs called out "Well children why are you so late. You shall never go the farm again. I can't trust you even to go there. Here you get home and it is dark, and I have been waiting an hour and a half. You shall not go to the farm again." We said a few things to excuse ourselves but [[strikethrough]] with [[/strikethrough]] but Mama was angry, and Papa sorry. [[end page]] [[start page]] 63 Mama only said a few more agreeable things then we all went to our rooms in various states of mind. Mine was a tired hoarse feeling outwardly and rather an angry feeling inwardly for having had a scolding to end up such a pleasant day. "Why don't they wait" I said at supper rather disrespectively "until the next ^[[day]] so as not to spoil all the pleasure. For it does, and after such a nice day too. Well I don't care " I finished carelessly