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"I know, let's make him into a snowlady." Ginny's fingers were clever. Her caricatures, almost always drawn in ridicule of the faculty or her fellow-classmates, were famous. If, in her make-up, she had had a kindlier spirit and a truer sense of the beautiful, she might have become a great artist or sculptor.
Often also they went down to the Lorrie, and had an interview with Donal, which was longer or shorter as Gibbie was there or not to release him. Ginny's life was now far happier than it had ever been.
But Ginny at that moment was huddled in her bed under warm blankets with a hot-water-bag at her feet and an ice-bag on her head, her worried mother fluttering over her with a clinical thermometer in one hand and a castor-oil bottle in the other, wishing she could diagnose Ginny's queer symptoms and wondering if she had not ought to call in the doctor! Jerry had had a bad night, too.
Another added the information that Barbara Lee had quieted Miss Gray with spirits of ammonia and that Dr. Caton had refused to accept her resignation and had been overheard to say that the culprit would be punished severely. Ginny's prank began to assume serious proportions. Ginny was more thoughtless than unkind; it had not crossed her mind that she might offend little Miss Gray.
Her companions declared the likeness perfect as far as snow could make it. "And I can hunt up two blue glass allies for eyes." There was, plainly, no end to Ginny's resourcefulness. "You just wait and see what you'll see in the morning."
Ginny's head was a bit turned by that one moment of victory when she had stood flushed and upright at the foot of the hill, trying to appear indifferent as the boys showered laughing congratulations upon her for her feat, so, now, she turned amused eyes upon Jerry. "Can you ski?" There was a ring of derision in her voice. Jerry nodded. "Then I dare you to try it from the very top!"
"Jerry, I I haven't had a chance to tell you oh, what a peach you are," Ginny's words came awkwardly; she knew that they did not in any way express what she ought to be saying. Jerry did not want Ginny's gratitude. She answered honestly: "I didn't want to do it. I had to I drew the unlucky slip, you see. And you were needed on the team." "It's all so mixed up and not a bit right.
Westley, for once hardhearted, had turned deaf ears upon her aggrieved children. "Not a bit of silver packed away or anything, with that yellow-haired Lizzie! And anyway, it'll only be two or three weeks before school opens." Which was, of course, scant comfort! "Oh, I thought I'd walk over and see if Ginny's home yet." "Of course she isn't. Camp Fairview doesn't close until September second.
Gyp hastily dropped her fine oratory and pleaded humbly: "It's so little for one of us to do compared to what it means, and if we didn't do it and South High beat us, why, we'd suffer lots more with remorse than we would just taking Ginny's punishment for her. Anyway, what did the promise we solemnly made mean? Nothing? We're a nice bunch!
She would rather run down to the black water, glooming in those holes, and be drowned, than the beast-boy should have her to eat! Most girls would have screamed, but such was not Ginny's natural mode of meeting a difficulty. With fear, she was far more likely to choke than to cry out. So she sat down again and stared at him. Perhaps he would go away when he found he could not entice her.
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