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"I think her husband gave her that, and no one else should ever wear it," said Hannah, and Frieda agreed. By the time they had finished dressing, they were flushed and rosy. They stole out into the hall and peered over the banisters to see if the caller showed signs of departure. Miss Lyndesay was just closing the door upon her.
"So all these people, boys and men and women and girls who cannot work in factories, because of some infirmity, are enabled to make beautiful things and to sell them. I bought some of their doll furniture when I was last in London. Let me see. Yes, it was in the box I unpacked yesterday." "Let me get it," begged Frieda, and as soon as she had been told where to look she was off.
Not even her personal comfort; for Frieda never called her earnings her own, but spent everything on the family, denying herself all but necessities. The young man who sued for her was a good workman, earning fair wages, of irreproachable character, and refined manners. My father had known him for years. So Frieda was to be released from the workshop.
By the time Hannah came out with the cool drink, the slight constraint that had existed for days between Frieda and herself seemed to have vanished. Joyfully, Hannah entered into the new spirit, and when Miss Lyndesay went in to answer Evangeline's questions about luncheon, her guests were bubbling with mirth over some reminiscence of their Berlin days.
"And she paid me five dollars to save it for her, and the next day they drove up with more money, and took it away. "Now, I ain't sayin' nuthin' on you, but I advise you not to talk about your canoe no more!" "Oh, indeed!" said Frieda, scarcely able to choke back the tears. And, turning hastily around, she walked over to the bridge.
Marjorie dressed early, and, slipping a cape over her costume, went to meet each train. Finally, on the last one to arrive before the play was to begin, she was rewarded. A neat-looking Girl Scout in khaki uniform stepped from the train and hurried towards her. It was Frieda Hammer! The girls kissed each other and went up the walk arm in arm.
There was another time when he saw her at dusk near his boathouse, and kissed her in the shadow of the sheltering grape-arbor. In his own home there were clandestine moments and in his studio, the barn loft, for Frieda made occasion a few times to come to him a promise to make a sketch of her being the excuse. Angela resented this, but she could not prevent it.
Still, she would sacrifice that, too, on the altar of this, her greatest desire of the present time. She considered making a bargain and extracting a promise of friendship from the girl, but this, she felt, might antagonize her. So she merely said, "All right, Frieda; but you can't wear this to school.
"Eight Julius, und Rose, und Martha, dey is mine; Gottlieb und Philip, und Frieda, dey is my husband's; und Otto und Charlie dey are ours." Families with ten and twelve children were frequently found, while those of six and eight children are the general rule. The advantage of a large family in the beet fields is that it does the most work.
Frieda caught Polly's hand in hers, and suddenly carried it to her lips and kissed it. Polly reddened a little, while Dot turned abruptly away and made her adieux to Catherine and Hannah. "Isn't she a dear?" sighed Polly, as she and Dot went down the walk. "I do think she's as charming as a picture in a sweet old-fashioned book, and I want to learn to read the printing that describes the picture."
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