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"Papa," answered Bea, catching the words, "He was up there the day before he died, and I remember when he came down with what he wanted, he said that he had gone clear to the bottom of the big box for it, and that he would put things back, and nail it up when he came back home, and they were all left just that way, mama; and oh please tell me is it true?"
I'm opposed to wars, but still, seems like Germany has got to be licked because them Junkers stands in the way of progress." She was calling on Miles and Bea, early in autumn. They had received her with cries, with dusting of chairs, and a running to fetch water for coffee. Miles stood and beamed at her.
"I infer that you never do as you please. You continually 'sackerifice' yourself " "Yes, yes, of course, but I was afraid you hadn't noticed." Bea raised her fingers to smooth the corners of her mouth straight. "Now, you've been growing worse I mean, more and more of a genius ever since entering college.
"Um-m-m," muttered Bea, her head again bent over the cardboard, "how horrid! See, isn't this a lovely daisy I'm drawing? They're to be dinner cards for my next spread. This is for your place." "It's sweet. I think you are the most talented girl in the class." Lila stooped for a hug but carefully so as not to interfere with the growth of the silvery petals.
The indications were hopeful enough if only Lila would be careful not to drive away this friend as she had the others. Meanwhile on that Saturday morning Bea and Lila, silent and shy, had crowded with their two hundred classmates into chapel. The two friends sat side by side. Lila was in terror of making some horrible blunder that might overwhelm her with a vast indefinite disgrace.
Oh, Lord, Sir, die or live, 'tis all one for that, Sir I'll stand to the Bargain my Uncle makes. Pert. Bea. Prithee hold thy Peace, my Lady's Woman. L. Ful. Sir, I beg your pardon for not waiting on you to Church I knew you wou'd be private. Enter Let. fine in Jewels. Sir Feeb. L. Ful. Give you Joy, my dear Leticia! I find, Sir, you were resolved for Youth, Wit and Beauty. Sir Feeb.
"Do come." It was a mechanical response while Berta's eyes narrowed in the intensity of her application. "Now I wonder what that question-mark on the margin can mean. She is the vaguest critic I ever had. Suggestive, I reckon, and nothing else." Robbie sighed. "Bea always used to be interested in everything. I wish she wouldn't write poems. She walked right past four girls and didn't see them.
"Oh, that was different," exclaimed Berta. "I am perfectly capable of judging for myself. But Bea is such a scatterbrain that I can't help feeling" she hesitated, then added as if to herself, "There isn't any sense in feeling responsible. She is old enough " "I can't hear when you mumble," called Robbie. "Bea is an awful idiot," replied Berta in a louder key.
"Ah, Hayden, Bea and Kitty have managed the affair with Wilfred Ames beautifully so far. They Have almost succeeded in pulling it off in spite of the reluctant lady and Wilfred's raving mother; but Wilfred, good, old, thick-witted Wilfred, is becoming daily more uncomfortable. Fido won't lie down and go to sleep on the hearth-rug as Kitty and Bea wish him to.
"Why, Steve," he said in a pleased tone, "you look as if they were after you. Thought you'd forgotten me. That nurse Bea engaged has a voice like a scissors grinder in action." Briefly Steve told him what had taken place, not mentioning Beatrice's name.
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