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Updated: June 13, 2025
A peculiar expression flitted across Bea's ingenuous face an expression half quizzical, half sorry. "Then we'd better follow Gertrude's example, and clear the track. She'll cut us dead again that meek little mouse of a girl! And I don't blame her for it either, so there!" Berta tucked a pensive skip in between steps as they moved through the gloomy corridor past rain-beaten windows.
Possibly this important communication was a request for advice about the babies' pique coats. It could wait for a reading till Berta had found a safe refuge from the girls who would certainly surround her as soon as chapel was over. They would follow Robbie and Bea. Where could she go to escape the enthusiasm? Her room would be the first point of attack, and Bea's the second.
"It sounds like one of the sophists 'to make the worse appear the better reason. I'd love to believe it, and you are sweet to me." She laid one arm caressingly across Bea's shoulders. "It is queer that I don't mind more when you scold me so outrageously." "Scold you?" repeated the other in amazement at such a description of her soothing speech. Lila nodded. "I never stood it from anybody else.
She dragged her own desk into a dusky recess and set Bea's at an artistic angle at the left side of the sunniest window. Just as she was hanging her favorite picture above it, Bea came rushing in with her arms full of new books. "Oh, no, no, no!" she exclaimed impulsively, "that won't do at all. You must put it at the right so that the light will fall over the left shoulder.
I don't understand the principle of the thing, unless it is that compliments on the other three articles fail to injure the character, whereas flattery with regard to my pulchritude " Bea's hand shot into the air and waved frantically. "Please, teacher, what is that funny word?" "Go to the Latin lexicon, thou ignoramus." "I can't," said Bea, "you borrowed mine and never brought it back.
There in the dusk of fading light from the clouded sky outside she beheld the swimming-tank deserted, its surface still glinting in soft ripples as if from recent plunging. At sound of a rustle in one of the dressing-rooms, Berta called Bea's name. It was Robbie's voice that answered her. "Bea's gone out walking." "Out walking?" echoed Berta scandalized and incredulous.
True to a prophetic feeling which possessed her, the opening of the door disclosed to view the last person to be desired, on that or any other morning: Miss Strong, a regular Dickensonian old maid. "Good morning, sweet child!" she exclaimed, the moment Bea's dismayed face presented itself. "Good morning, Miss Strong; will you come in?" "Come in? Surely, dear.
"He is a very estimable young man, and a true Christian, I think," said Mrs. Dering, watching Bea's animated face as she talked, and noticing that there was no touch of embarrassment or any trace of color, as she rehearsed her friend's praise.
Dering and Jean were in Virginia, and when Olive or the twins came home, it was to Bea's home, where everything was cosy and happy, with the rising young physician and his pretty little wife.
And the senior who receives the most is declared the most popular in the class!" "But but," stammered Berta, "perhaps she thought perhaps she didn't think " "And I was afraid a girl who could do a thing like that might blame us for entering the senior parlor uninvited!" Bea's hands fell listlessly at her sides as she walked away. "I don't care," she said.
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