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Olive was thinking of Bea's happy face and blithe laugh, and after her sister had gone singing from the room, she came over to her mother's side, and sat down on a stool there. "Mama, are you glad?" "Yes, dear, both glad and sad.
And then you can drive as far as Bea's with me, and I will have the chauffeur take you on home. Will you?" "Will I? Will I? Thank you very much, Miss Oldham, for your amiability in Suggesting such a thing; but I could not possibly take advantage of your kindness."
In four minutes they were back beside Bea's bed, and the doctor's orders kept Berta flying, till after a limitless space of horror and struggle she heard dimly from the distance: "She'll do now." Whereupon Berta sat down quietly in a chair and fainted. The next day was Sunday. Berta carried Bea her breakfast. "Good-morning, Beatrice," she said. "I've decided that I am tired of being a genius."
On this particular evening, after five solid minutes of silence on the part of her exasperating roommates, she raised her heavy eyes, and let them rest expressionlessly on the two wind-freshened faces, till Bea's roses blossomed to her hair. "We're not doing anything," rebelliously, "you are so boss-y." "Moo-oo," muttered Berta to her plate. "Bow-wow-wow."
When she managed to gasp out the awful situation in Bea's ear, that young person looked worried for full half a minute. It was a very serious thing to be a freshman. Then her cheery common sense came to the rescue. "Never mind. We'll go up and look the lists over after she has finished them all." "Oh, can we? Will you truly go with me?" Lila drew a quick breath of relief and gratitude.
Bea's successor was the oldish, broad, silent Oscarina, who was suspicious of her frivolous mistress for a month, so that Juanita Haydock was able to crow, "There, smarty, I told you you'd run into the Domestic Problem!" But Oscarina adopted Carol as a daughter, and with her as faithful to the kitchen as Bea had been, there was nothing changed in Carol's life.
Ernestine lay moaning on the lounge, Kittie and Kat locked in each others arms crouched in the corner, tearless, because paralyzed with fright, Jean shook as with a spasm in Bea's lap, while Huldah stood by the lounge, with her apron over her head; and the men stood hushed and abashed with their eyes down. "Take Jean out," Olive said again in that strange still voice.
"I think hers was prettier than any of the rest." "Well, I don't," said Ernestine, taking exceptions to this remark also. "Why hers is black?" "I'm perfectly aware of that, also, that yours is purple, Bea's brown, mine and Kittie's grey; tell me something I don't know," said Kat flippantly. "I wish ours were black, it's so stylish."
Bea's eyes brightened delightedly and then grew a little sad. "I suspected as much," she said gently, "and yet, I hardly knew whether you had the courage or not. Now," impulsively moving nearer to him, "I will be as frank as you have been. Nothing in all the world, nothing would please me half so much as for you and Marcia to love each other. I don't know you awfully well, Mr.
It took ten minutes to admire Bea's costume of rosewood crape and the jewelled-cap effect, somewhat like Juliet's, caught over each ear by a pink satin rose. "Steve doesn't appreciate anything in the way of costumes," she complained. "He just says: 'Yes, deary, I love you, and anything you wear suits me. Quite discouraging and so different from the other boys."
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