"If you would do that," she declared, "he would be a beautiful bear,
and we would give him away. They would be glad to have him at Central
Park."
The Larramies would not listen to my leaving that day. There were a
good many people in the house, but there was room enough for me, and,
when we had left the bear without solving the problem of his final
disposition, there were so many things to be done and so many things
to be said that it was late in the afternoon before Miss Edith found
the opportunity of speaking to me for which she had been waiting so
long.
"Well," said she, as we walked together away from the golf links, but
not towards the house, "what have you to report?"
"Report?" I repeated, evasively.
"Yes, you promised to do that, and I always expect people to fulfil
their promises to me. You came here by the way of the Holly Sprig Inn,
didn't you?"
I assented. "A very roundabout way," she said. "It would have been
seven miles nearer if you had come by the cross-road.
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