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Jim drew the patte'n of it from the dress of one of the summa boa'das that he took a fancy to at the Centa, and fatha cut it out, and I helped motha make it. I guess every one of the children helped a little." "Well, it's just as I said, you can all of you do things," said Mrs. Atwell. "But I guess you ah' the one that keeps 'em straight. What did you say Mr. Landa said his wife wanted of you?"

"We shall ask those who wish to try for principals to step to that side of the room," he said, indicating the left. "I wish to hear them sing, first. Afterward, I shall select the chorus, and hear them sing together." "That lets me out," was Jerry's relieved, inelegant comment to Susan Atwell, as she moved to the right.

Atwell proposed her going and reasoning with Clementina, she said, No, no; better let her alone, if she felt as she did; and perhaps after all she was right.

"I made signs to Mary to pay no attention to her," broke in Susan Atwell, "but she didn't understand what I meant and I couldn't explain, with Mignon sitting right there. The next thing I saw, they were walking down the aisle together as though they'd known each other all their lives." "Yes, and they came into geometry together, too," supplemented Jerry. "But that's not the worst.

Her almost marvelous agility, her quick, catlike springs and her fleetness of foot called forth unstinted praise from Marjorie. Muriel, too, played a skilful game; so did Susan Atwell. When Marjorie was called upon to play left guard on a team composed of the last lot of aspirants for basketball honors, she advanced to her position rather nervously.

She wrote similar notes to Muriel Harding, Susan Atwell and Jerry Macy, managing in spite of the watchful eyes of Miss Merton to convey them, through the medium of willing hands, to her schoolmates. This done, she made a valiant effort to dismiss her personal affairs from her thoughts and settled down to her lessons.

"Oh, yes, I've got to go," Clementina assented, with a note of relief which mystified Mrs. Atwell. "You tied readin' to Mr. Milray?" "Oh, no'm-no, I mean. But I guess I betta go home. I guess I've been away long enough." "Well, you're a good gul, Clem. I presume your motha's got a right to have you home if she wants you."

Landa" "Mrs. Atwell told me," said Clementina. "Won't you come in, and sit down?" "Why, yes." Mrs. Lander pushed in through the narrow door of what was to be the parlor. Her crapes swept about her and exhaled a strong scent of their dyes. Her veil softened her heavy face; but she had not grown thinner in her bereavement.

I knew the signs; that battery was ranging for us, and the quicker we got out of its zone of fire the better. The driver was trembling like a leaf, and every minute I expected him to pile us up in the ditch. I preferred the German fire. In the back, Atwell was holding onto the straps for dear life and was singing at the top of his voice,

The moment the short session was over the girls of her particular set gravitated toward Marjorie. "Well, of all the old cranks!" scolded Geraldine Macy. "She's the most hateful teacher in the world," was Muriel Harding's tribute. "I wouldn't pay any attention to her, Marjorie. I'd go straight to Miss Archer," advised Susan Atwell. "Just see her now!

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