KIPPS
"I won," panted Kipps.
They disputed firmly but quite politely.
"Run it again, then," said Kipps. "I don't mind."
They returned towards the gate.
"You don't run bad," said Kipps temperately, expressing sincere admiration. "I'm pretty good, you know."
Ann sent her hair back by an expert toss of the head. "You give me a start," she allowed.
They became aware of Sid approaching them.
"You better look out, young Ann," said Sid, with that irreverent want of sympathy usual in brothers. "You been out nearly 'arf-'our. Nothing ain't been done upstairs. Father said he didn't know where you was, but when he did he'd warm y'r young ear."
Ann prepared to go.
"How about that race?" asked Kipps.
"Lor!" cried Sid, quite shocked. "You ain't been racing her!"
Ann swung herself round the end of the gate with her eyes on Kipps, and then turned away suddenly and ran off down the lane.
Kipps' eyes tried to go after her, and came back to Sid's.
"I give her a lot of start," said Kipps apologetically. "It wasn't a proper race." And so the subject was dismissed. But Kipps was distrait for some seconds, perhaps, and the mischief had begun in him.
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They proceeded to the question of how two accomplished Hurons might most satisfactorily spend the
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