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By the time Carlisle returned with a bundle of hay, he wondered if he should have changed his clothes before coming. Had he known he’d be attending such an event, he’d never have worn his dress coat. The thought brought to mind one of his grandfather’s lectures on proper dress for families that were members of the peerage. What would the old man say if he could see Carlisle now? It made him chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?” Merry asked as she tied something around the crossbar for the tall scarecrow’s frame. “We want in on the joke.”
At first, Carlisle wasn’t going to tell her, but the three happy and expectant faces loosened his lips. He set down the pile of hay and extended his arms from his sides. Grace giggled.
“You can be the scarecrow, Papa!”
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