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Book Excerpt: ght her beautiful, and was secretly gladthat he had not kissed that San Jose girl.You know how these romances develop. Every summer is saturatedwith them the world over. But Bud happened to be a simple-souledfellow, and there was something about Marie--He didn't knowwhat it was. Men never do know, until it is all over. He onlyknew that the drive through the shady stretches of woodland grewsuddenly to seem like little journeys into paradise. Sentimentlurked behind every great, mossy tree bole. New beauties unfoldedin the winding drive up over the mountain crests. Bud wasterribly in love with the world in those days.There were the evenings he spent in the Basin, sitting besideMarie in the huge campfire circle, made wonderful by the shadowygiants, the redwoods; talking foolishness in undertones while thecrowd sang snatches of songs which no one knew from beginning toend, and that went very lumpy in the verses and very much out ofharmony in the choruses. Sometimes they would stroll down towaRead More
