Sam's stomach rumbled at the suggestion.
Primrose jumped up. "I'll be back soon, Papa!" she said, running off into the woods.
Sam: Be careful, Tiny Rose!
Stacey: Watches Primrose run off, wondering if her father's "Coney stew" will be much different from the "Rabbit soup" her pastor's wife used to make....
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Sam went red to the ears and muttered something inaudible, as he clutched the box and bowed as well as he could.
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