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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — IX. The Election (1917)

With her bright cheeks and her yellow hair above the fawn-colored corduroy, Lydia looked half boy, half woman.
"My soul, Lydia, they're just grand!" cried Lizzie.
"What boys are going in that crowd?" demanded Amos.
"Charlie and Kent and—Margery's mother's given in—'Gustus Bach. I told you. Daddy, don't you like the suit?"
"Like it!" exclaimed Amos. "Lydia, I'm stunned by it! It makes me realize my little girl's growing up to be a pretty woman. I wish I could have bought you your first suit myself, Lydia.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — IX. The Election (1917)

Charlie undertook to show to Lydia the reservation as the Indians knew it. If Lydia was a little puzzled by his eagerness to make her understand conditions on the reservation, she gave little thought to the riddle. This adventure was affecting her deeply. There was the sudden freedom and relaxation from home responsibilities. There was the daily and intimate companionship with young people, than whom none were better dressed than she!—and there were the pines.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — IX. The Election (1917)

Wait!" cried Kent. "That's not the way this camp's going to be run. Charlie, Gustus and me do the cooking. You ladies are company and don't have to do anything except wash the dishes and make your own beds."
"Gee!" exclaimed Lydia. "I'd rather cook than wash dishes, any day."
"I never wash dishes," protested Margery.
"I can't do it either," said Olga.
"Can you boys really cook?" asked Miss Towne, in her sharp way.
"Yes, Ma'am!" replied Kent. "Charlie learned in the Indian school, even baking, you know, and he's taught me a lot. Gustus can peel potatoes, clean fish and such stunts."
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