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It was the mill always the mill found to blame for her misery. "Come on, girl what is your name?" came a voice from the kitchen. Dagmar responded and took her place at the table with its white oilcloth cover, and a snowy napkin neatly smoothed under the one plate set for her. "Molly has gone to Flosston to a Girl Scout meeting," announced Mrs.
Then she wrote a second letter, this one to Dagmar, care of the Flosston post-office, and as the mail for Rose Dixon and Dagmar Brodix was promptly mailed to Mrs. Cosgrove at Franklin, Tessie planned better than she knew in hoping thus to reach her abandoned companion.
Let them take a hand in their own interest I always say." "The mill men see the wisdom of that. I would not have been engaged as a welfare worker if I had not been a scout lieutenant. Well, I must run along. We have a meeting in Flosston tonight, and I am going to take Rose with me." "I would.
It was an imposing spectacle, and all Flosston seemed to appreciate the occasion, for windows were jammed with faces, doors were blocked with figures, and even low roofs were spotted with waving, shouting energetic youths.
"What do you say to coming along?" "Flosston!" repeated Tessie. She hesitated. Would she risk taking a look at the town in the mill end of which were still located the deserted members of her family? "What's the matter? Don't you want to go?" pressed Frank, as she withheld her reply.
Scout stuff?" demanded Grace, her cheeks toning up to the excitement key. "Yes, of course. You all remember the night I lost my precious badge? Well, that was the same night two girls ran away from Flosston. Mother offered all sorts of rewards for the return of my badge, for I did prize it so," and the brown eyes glinted topaz gleams at the memory. "Oh, yes.
Her velvet tarn sat jauntily on those wonderful yellow curls, and her modern cape flew gracefully out, just showing the least fold of her best chiffon blouse. Dagmar wore strickly American clothes, selected in rather good taste, and they attracted much attention in the streets of Flosston.
Doesn't like an umbrella shot up under his nose, and I've seen him dance at a postal card flaring up with the wind." Entering Flosston, Tessie felt more emotion than she expected to experience.
Coming back to our group of Girl Scouts, now holding conclave in the school yard of Flosston grammar grades, we find Grace and Madeline forming themselves into a committee of two, with the avowed intention of getting lip a hiking party for their own special benefit.
"Why, you could walk across the river, really," replied Louise. "Even at high tide it's not more than a big pond." "Oh, do come on," begged Grace. "Think of catching crabs." "But who knows how to row?" demanded the cautious Cleo. "I do!" called Margaret. "I always rowed out in the pond at Flosston." "And so do I," insisted Julia.
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