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Olive was busy on a picture, Bea had some sewing, so the twins must represent the Dering family, and accepted the matter quite blissfully, to judge from the way they raced off for parts unknown, and remained absent for some time, as if strange and wonderful preparations were necessary, and being undergone for to-morrow.
Oh, the dandiest people to know here! There was a lady going by, you wouldn't hardly say she was any older than Bea herself; she wore a dandy new gray suit and black pumps. She almost looked like she was looking over the town, too. But you couldn't tell what she thought. Bea would like to be that way kind of quiet, so nobody would get fresh. Kind of oh, elegant. A Lutheran Church.
And she has the most charming studio." "Bea said it was the dreamiest thing you ever saw and that she herself was a vision. Do you suppose she gets herself up that way really to conceal her identity, or is it to arouse more interest and enthusiasm?" "How does she get herself up?" asked Hayden, with, however, no particular interest in his tones. "Tell him, Kitty.
Bea, sometimes it's terrible to realize that my ambitions have become true. To dream and work without ceasing and without much caring what you do until your dream merges into reality it makes even a six-footer as hysterical as a schoolgirl." "You're intense," she said, soberly. "Jill says you'd make a wonderful actor." Steve looked annoyed. "Those scatterbrained time wasters don't listen to them.
"I wonder what makes her hate Uncle Ridley so?" was Ernestine's query, as she turned from the glass, having satisfied herself that Kittie was certainly wrong about Olive's hair. "I never could imagine," answered Bea, with evident curiosity. "She won't call him, uncle, and the dress he sent her is in mama's room, and Olive says, she'll never wear it." "May be she would give it me," suggested Kat.
The third missive was only a postal card bearing a properly telegraphic communication to the effect that it was Saturday morning, and Bea was waiting to escort her to the chapel to hear read the lists of freshman names assigned to each recitation section. Mrs. Allan scanned the message with a quick throb of pleasure; then sighed as she laid it down.
There was Kitty looking more than ever like a charming, if not very good little boy, and dressed beautifully, if incongruously, in a trailing limp gown of champagne color and wistaria most wonderfully blended, when her face, her figure, the way she wore her hair, seemed to cry aloud for knickerbockers; and there was Bea Habersham in velvet, of the cerise shade she so much affected, and Edith Symmes suggesting nothing so much as a distinguished but malevolent fairy, her keen, satirical, sallow face looking almost livid in contrast with a terrible gown which she spoke of with pride as "this sweet, gaslight-green frock of mine."
Beatrice Leigh, you knew I was turning into the wrong alleyway, but you never said a word. You wanted to see me disgraced. The door opened like magic, and there she stood as if she had slid through the keyhole. She stood there plastered against the wall and and regarded us " "Oh!" moaned Bea in ecstasy, one fiery ear and half a cheek emerging from the kindly shelter of the fudge pan, "she glared.
Among later comers who were hurrying across the campus Bea caught up with Robbie Belle. "I am hastening across the sward," she announced in cheerfully inane greeting, "what is a sward anyhow, and why isn't it pronounced the same as sword?" "It's grass," said Robbie Belle. Bea felt a speaking silence fall and glanced up to catch the direction of her gaze.
Ay t'ink maybe Ay stay here," said Bea. The recently built house of Sam Clark, in which was given the party to welcome Carol, was one of the largest in Gopher Prairie. It had a clean sweep of clapboards, a solid squareness, a small tower, and a large screened porch. Inside, it was as shiny, as hard, and as cheerful as a new oak upright piano.
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