The apple-trees in the orchard were in full
bloom, and taking a fancy to adorn herself with their blossoms, she
climbed up among the branches of one of the tallest, in order, as she
said, to "take her pick and choice," Rosie, Lulu, Gracie and Walter
standing near and watching her with eager interest.
"Oh, Zoe, take care!" Rosie called to her, "that branch doesn't look
strong, and you might fall and hurt yourself badly."
"Don't you be afraid. I can take care of myself," she returned with a
light laugh.
But another voice spoke close at hand, fairly startling her, it was so
unexpected. "Zoe, what mad prank is this? Let me help you down at once."
"There's no need for you to trouble yourself, I am quite able to get down
without assistance, when I'm ready," she replied, putting a strong
emphasis upon the last words.
"No; it is too dangerous," and he held up his arms with an imperative,
"Come!"
"How you do order me about," she muttered, half under her breath, and more
than half inclined to rebel.
But no; the children were looking and listening, and must not be allowed
to suspect any unpleasantness between herself and her husband.
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