`` 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 afternoon . When she had filled her jug she still roamed about with delicious aimlessness . Once she found herself in a wood lane skirting a field wherein a man was mowing hay . The man was Peter Wright . Nancy walked faster when she discovered this , with never a roving glance , and presently the green , ferny depths of the maple woods swallowed her up . From old recollections , she knew that she was on Peter Morrison 's land , and calculated that if she kept straight on she would come out where the old Morrison house used to be . Her calculations proved correct , with a trifling variation .
She came out fifty yards south of the old deserted Morrison house , and found herself XXXXX the yard of the Wright farm !
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