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`` Are n't they sweeties ? '' I exclaimed , not noticing his entirely unnecessary bashfulness . `` And that is just what I want to talk to you about . '' With which I produced my ancestral treasure , and with our heads close together we dove into it , did n't come up until after ten o'clock , and then were breathless . `` Oh , Sam , can I do all these things out at your farm ? '' I exclaimed , and I fairly clung against his shoulder while his strong , rough hand folded over mine as the husk did over the hollyhock seeds I had been holding warm and moist in my palm . `` All of them , and then some , Betty , '' he answered , blowing away a wisp of my hair that he had again roughed up instead of shaking hands in greeting , despite my reproof .