asked Louisa , who had n't any idea what Nancy meant by her thrills . `` Alas , no . It was n't my fault . I stood at the door outside with the most amiable expression I could assume , but Peter merely sauntered away without a glance in my direction . It would be some comfort to my vanity if I could believe it was on account of rankling spite or pride . But the honest truth , dear Weezy , is that it looked to me exactly as if he never thought of it . He was more interested in talking about the hay crop with Oliver Sloane -- who , by the way , is more Oliver Sloaneish than ever . '' `` If you feel as you said you did the other night , why did n't you go and speak to him ? '' Louisa wanted to know . `` But I do n't feel that way now . That was just a mood . You do n't know anything about moods , dearie . You do n't know what it is to yearn desperately one hour for something you would n't take if it were offered you the next . '' `` But that is foolishness , '' protested Louisa . `` To be sure it is -- rank foolishness . But oh , it is so delightful to be foolish after being compelled to be unbrokenly sensible for twenty years . Well , I 'm going picking strawberries this afternoon , Lou . Do n't wait tea for me . I probably wo n't be back till dark . I 've only four more days to stay and I want to make the most of them . ''
Nancy wandered far and wide in her rambles that XXXXX .
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