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There was indeed something lacking in Joel, but it was not sincerity. His hurt
had rankled deep and his voice trembled with indignation.
"But, Joel, I don't go swimming in spring-holes," protested Lucy, divided
between amusement and annoyance.
"I meant it, anyhow," said Joel, doggedly.
"Are you absolutely honest? Is that all you said to provoke Van?"
"It's all, Lucy, I swear."
She believed him, and saw the unfortunate circumstance more than ever her
fault. "I'm sorry, Joel. I'm much to blame. I shouldn't have lost my temper
and played that trick with your clothes. . . . If you'd only had sense enough
to stay out till after dark! But no use crying over spilt milk. Now, if you'll
do your share I'll do mine. I'll tell the boys I was to blame. I'll persuade
them to let you alone. I'll go to Muncie--"
"No you won't go cryin' small fer me!" blurted out Joel.
Lucy was surprised to see pride in him. "Joel, I'll not make it appear--"
"You'll not say one word about me to any one," he went on, with the blood
beginning to darken his face.


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