Kate grins, as bright as the sun, and points to a bench at one side of the gymnasium.
"If y'can spare a moment to chew the fat, I'll tell you all about it."
It's, honestly, a dangerous prospect coming from Kate. As she grew she devoured dime novels and penny rags and any adventure story she could get her hands on. She always fancied the journals of Lewis and Clark, reading the two-volume epic Paul Allen published in 1814, and every Jules Verne novel published to date by her age—not to mention the whole catalog once she had the future's resources at her fingertips.
In other words, she could go on all day about the wilds of the world. Annie best have time to sit.
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"If y'can spare a moment to chew the fat, I'll tell you all about it."
It's, honestly, a dangerous prospect coming from Kate. As she grew she devoured dime novels and penny rags and any adventure story she could get her hands on. She always fancied the journals of Lewis and Clark, reading the two-volume epic Paul Allen published in 1814, and every Jules Verne novel published to date by her age—not to mention the whole catalog once she had the future's resources at her fingertips.
In other words, she could go on all day about the wilds of the world. Annie best have time to sit.