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"That's a fine sheep, isn't it?" said Miss Laura, pointing to one with the blackest face, and the blackest legs, and largest body of those near us. "Yes; that's old Jessica. Do you notice how she's holding her head close to the ground?" "Yes; is there any reason for it?" "There is. She's afraid of the grub fly. You often see sheep holding their noses in that way in the summer time.
Grace, Nora, Anne and Jessica wished to recite in the same classes as far as could be arranged, and a lively confab ensued as to what would be best to take.
"I might have known something would happen to take her away," almost wailed Jessica. "First, the judge, and now " "Don't be a goose, Jessica," said Nora stoutly, "and don't jump at the conclusion that this strange woman is a relative of Mabel's. There are lots of chance resemblances." "Of course there are," consoled Grace.
"Fine!" cried Jessica. "We'll have Hippy and Reddy and David. Then our circle will be complete. The other crowd will be furious. Those boys are all popular, and I know that Edna intends to invite them." "Let's tell them at once, then," said Nora, "before the other girls get a chance." The boys were promptly invited. Grace sent a note to Tom Gray, who found it possible to get away for the week end.
Jessica had called her attention to the fact that the races were not what they were supposed to be. The social opportunities were not what they had thought they would be this year. The beautiful girl found going every day a dull thing. There was an earlier exodus this year of people who were anybody to the watering places and Europe.
I don't feel in the least sentimental over any one, not even Tom Gray, and I like him better than any other young man I know. I am far more concerned over what to do once I have finished college. I simply must work, but I haven't yet found my vocation. Neither has Miriam. Jessica thinks she has found hers, but she found Reddy first, and he does not intend that she shall lose sight of him.
Jessica had called her attention to the fact that the races were not what they were supposed to be. The social opportunities were not what they had thought they would be this year. The beautiful girl found going every day a dull thing. There was an earlier exodus this year of people who were anybody to the watering places and Europe.
Quite unconscious of the sword that hung over him, Mr. Wilfer, after a bout of hard drinking, went home, and it was in his drunken frenzy that he had struck Jessica. She, bruised and frightened, fled into the streets, where Adrien Leroy found her. Left to himself for his wife was away for a day or two Mr. Wilfer fell into a deep slumber, in which he remained for the rest of the evening.
"What's that you are saying about me?" called out a hard, smooth voice from over the fence at their back. "I don't like to miss anything!" Amy had a piece of sewing, which she proceeded to spread upon the fence. "Will you show me about this, Aunt Jessica?" She greeted John without embarrassment or discernible remembrance of their last meeting.
I don't want any of you to go with me, but I would rather die than stay here all night without knowing what has happened to David and the others." "Wait a moment," cried Grace, "and I'll go, too. It would be unbearable not to know and if we meet the wolves, why, then, as Tom said, we can climb a tree. Poor Tom!" she added sadly. "I wonder where he is now." Nora and Jessica rose hastily.
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