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Arline had been left well-off by her husband, who was president of the Drovers' Trust Company, and her home was about the most refined home in Red Gap, having full bookcases and pictures of foreign Catholic churches though Arline is a Presbyterian and metal statues of antique persons, male and female, and many articles of adornment that can't be had for the ordinary trading stamps.
I just had a talk lately with a widowed mother down to Red Gap and what this beastly war has done to her oldest boy well, if she could of looked ahead she would of let the world go right on being unsafe even for Republicans. She poured her heart out to me. She is Mrs. Arline Plunkett, one of the sweetest, gentlest mothers that ever guarded a son from every evil influence.
That reminds me, Arline, aren't you and Ruth coming home with me for the Easter vacation? I am asking you early so no one else will have a chance. I know it is useless to ask you to come for Christmas." "I think I can come for Easter," replied Arline, "and I don't know of any reason why Ruth can't. I shall write to Father at once and ask him if we can go.
"I'd rather laugh over it than cry," smiled Grace. "Don't worry, Daffydowndilly. I'm not afraid of any letter that Mr. Stanley Forde may choose to send me. You had better write him another letter at once, though, and explain matters. You owe him that, at least." "I will," sighed Arline. "There's just one thing more I have to say. I shall never, never fall in love again.
On Thanksgiving morning they were to breakfast at the Tourraine as the guests of Ruth and Arline. Thanksgiving dinner at Martell's was to be Anne's and Miriam's part of the celebration, while Thanksgiving night Emma and Grace were to be hostesses at Vinton's, their favorite rendezvous.
She tells the story which Thaddeus had told her, and this solves the mystery. The last act opens in the salon of Count Arnheim. Arline is restored to her old position, but her love for Thaddeus remains. He finds an opportunity to have a meeting with her, through the cunning of Devilshoof, who accompanies him.
We can meet in the library after the last class to-morrow afternoon, and go from there to Vinton's to talk it over. Arline, you must tell Gertrude Wells, Elizabeth Wade and Marian Cummings. We can easily see the others." "The dinner bell! Thank goodness!" exclaimed Elfreda fervently. "I am almost starved. I hope dinner will be better than last night's offering.
She arranged music to be played during Anne's recital of 'Enoch Arden. They gave it at a concert at home and it was a tremendous success." "I wish she were to be here to our show, then," said Arline plaintively. "We would feature her. What's her other name?" "Savelli," replied Grace quickly. "Eleanor Savelli, the famous Italian pianiste," announced Arline, bowing to an imaginary audience.
It doesn't look deep, either. I'm going in wading. See if I don't." "What shall we do first, girls?" Grace, who had been walking ahead with Arline, a luncheon hamper swinging between them, suddenly turned and faced the others, as, laden with rugs and cushions, they strolled along behind her. "Let's just play around for awhile," proposed Miriam.
"I don't deserve any credit. I am nice with her because I like her. I am consulting my own selfish pleasure, you see, and that doesn't count. If I didn't care for Ruth I am afraid I wouldn't bother my head about helping her to have good times." "You are frank, at least," smiled Grace. "Seriously speaking, I am really very selfish," admitted Arline.
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