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Drummond's fingers," ordered Constance quietly, still holding out the pad. "Confound your impudence," he ground out, seizing the pad. "There! What do you mean by Mrs. Warrington? What has she to do with this? Have a care, Mrs. Dunlap you're on the wrong track here, and going the wrong way." "Mr. Warrington is " began Floretta.
Ellen did not affiliate as much with Floretta as with Maria Atkins. Abby had gone to work in the shop, and so Ellen did not see so much of her. Maria was not as much a favorite with the boys as she had been since they had passed and not yet returned to that stage when feminine comradeship satisfies; so Ellen used to confide in her with a surety of sympathy and no contention.
No matter how long I live, where I am, and what happens to me, I will always remember how I was a child, and sat here this morning in spring under the pine-tree, looking backward and forward. I will never forget." When, finally, Abby and Floretta had run back, and spied her there, they had stared half frightened. "You ain't sick, are you, Ellen?" asked Abby, anxiously.
There was something about her that attracted Constance's attention, although she could not have told exactly what it was. "You know her?" whispered Floretta, bursting with excitement. "No? Why, " and here she paused and dropped her voice even lower, "that's Mrs. Warrington." "Not the " "Yes," she nodded, "his wife. You know, she comes here twice a week.
We went to school with Floretta Vining." "Floretta Vining is dreadful fond of men, but she wouldn't go without a yard of ribbon for one if he was dying," said Sadie Peel, conclusively. "It's awful hard on Ben Simmons, and no mistake." "What?" said Amos Lee, coming up. "Oh, what's hard on all of us? What's the use of asking?" said the girl, with a bitter coquetry.
"Wretch!" said she; and rising up with a sudden return to vigour, seized Floretta with her left hand, twisted it in her hair, and with the right hand boxed her ears severely three times. Floretta screamed and blubbered; but obtained no mercy.
Stella smiled as Constance entered. "Yes," she murmured in response to the greeting, "I feel quite myself now." "Mr. Warrington on the wire," announced Floretta a moment later, coming down the corridor again with a telephone on a long unwinding wire. "Hello, Alfred oh, rocky this morning," Constance overheard. "I said to myself, 'Never again until the next time. Vera?
Floretta dressed her hair like Ellen's, and tied her neck-ribbons the same way; she held her head like her, she talked like her, except when the two girls were absolutely alone; then she sometimes relapsed suddenly, to Ellen's bewilderment, into her own ways, and her blue eyes took on an expression as near animosity as her ingratiating politic nature could admit.
It was not altogether pleasant, although it was considered that the ventilation was after the most approved modern system. She perceived a strong odor of peppermints, and Floretta Vining was waving ostentatiously a coarse little pocket-handkerchief scented with New-mown Hay.
There was an abundance of coarse lace on Floretta's frock, and she wore a superfluous sash which was not too fresh. Floretta toed out excessively, her slender little feet pointing out sharply, almost at right angles with each other, and Ellen admired her for that.
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