The Architect [antikvár]

AFTER THE big Sunday family picnic in Uncle Matt's grove, the men now having their pipes, and the women eleaning up with the girls helping, leaving only eider jugs on the spread blanket, Andrew Lane knew that the solemn family powwow over his mother's sudden situation was about to take plaee. Why shouldn't he have a say-so? But Mother was eertainly not going to move back here to the valley from Madison. Not with the ideas she had for him. The big cousins, young men and grown girls, were piling onto a wagon, laughing their own kind of jokes, and of Andrew's size no one was left except his cousin Susan, though she really could have gone along, she was more than two years older than he? and today she had on a long dress below her ankles, a real ground-sweeper like a real woman, and she had arrived with her hair done up. But after a while she had let it down loose. Sue busied herself putting hampers back in her family's wagon, but Andrew guessed she was maneuvering to maybe catch a few words of the serious talk that was coming. His sister Tess too was