Strawberry Acres

Strawberry Acres

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Title: Strawberry Acres
Author: Grace S. Richmond
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Strawberry Acres
By GRACE S. RICHMOND
1911

TO THE OWNER OF "GRASSLANDS"

CONTENTS

PART I.--FIVE MILES OUT

CHAPTER
I.
Five Miles Out
II. Everybody Explores
III. The Apartment Overflows
IV. Arguments and Answers
V. Telephones and Tents
VI. In the Pine Grove
VII. Everybody is Satisfied
VIII. Problems and Hearts
IX. Max Compromises
X. Jack-O'-Lantern

PART II.--THE LANES AND THE ACRES
I. What's in a Name
II. In the Old Garden
III. Afternoon Tea
IV. Two and Two
V. On an August Evening
VI. Time-Tables
VII. The Southbound Limited
VIII. From April North
IX. Round the Corner
X. Green Leaves

Strawberry Acres


PART I.--FIVE MILES OUT

CHAPTER I
FIVE MILES OUT
The four Lanes--Max, Sally, Alec and Robert--climbed the five flights

of stairs to their small flat with the agility of youth and the impetus of
high but subdued excitement. Uncle Timothy Rudd, following more
slowly, reached the outer door of the little suite of rooms in time to
hear what seemed to be the first outburst.
"Well, what do you think now?"
"Forty-two acres and the house! Open the windows and give us air!"
"Acres run to seed, and the house tumbling down about its own ears! A
magnificent inheritance that!" Max cast his hat upon a chair as if he
flung it away with the inheritance.
"But who ever thought Uncle Maxwell Lane would ever leave his poor
relations anything?" This was Sally.
"Five miles out by road--a bit less by trolley. Let's go and see it
to-morrow afternoon. Thank goodness a half holiday is so near."
"Anybody been by the place lately?"
"I was, just the other day, on my wheel. I didn't think it looked so
awfully bad." This was Robert, the sixteen-year-old.
As Uncle Timothy entered the tiny sitting-room Sally was speaking.
She had thrown her black veil back over her hat, revealing masses of
flaxen hair, and deep blue eyes glowing with interest. Her delicate
cheeks were warmly flushed, partly with excitement, and partly
because for two hours now--during the journey from the flat to the
lawyer's office, the period spent therein listening to the reading of
Uncle Maxwell Lane's will and the business appertaining thereto, and
the return trip home--she had worn the veil closely drawn. Her simple
mourning was to her a screen behind which to shield herself from
curious eyes, always attracted by those masses of singularly fair hair
and the unusual contours of the young face beneath.
"I think it's a godsend, if ever anything was," she was saying. "Here's
Max, killing himself in the bank, and Alec growing pale and grouchy in

the office, and even Bob--" She was interrupted by a chorus of protests
against her terms of description.
"I'm not killing myself!"
"Pale and grouchy! I'm not a patch on--"
"What's the matter with Bob, Sally Lunn?"
"And Uncle Timmy," continued Sally, undisturbed by interpolations to
which she was quite accustomed, "pining for fresh air--."
"I walk in the park every day, my dear," Uncle Timothy felt obliged to
remind her.
"Yes, I know. But you've lived in a little city flat just as long as it's
good for you, and you need to be turned outdoors. So do we all. Oh,
boys, and Uncle Timmy!--I just sat there, crying and smiling under my
veil in that dreadful office--crying to think that I couldn't cry for Uncle
Maxwell, because he was so cold and queer to us always, and yet he
had given us this property, after all--."
"And a mighty small fraction of the estate it is, I hope you understand!"
growled Max.
But Sally went on without minding. Everybody was used to Max's
growls. "And smiling because I couldn't help it just to think we had a
chance at last to get out of the city. We can do it. Five miles by trolley
is nothing for you boys, or for me, when I need to come in."
"You're not talking about our going to live out there!" Max's tone was
derisive.
"Why not?"
"Have you seen the place lately?"
"Not since I was a little girl, but I remember I thought it was lovely
then."

"It isn't lovely now, if