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Portières rustled apart, and two more apparitions loomed pallidly in the dark. "Hulloa!" gasped Berta's voice, while a woodeny click from Bea's direction told of Indian clubs snatched bravely in readiness for war. "Light the gas, girls," ordered Gertrude quietly; "there, dear, don't be frightened now. See, we are all here. We will take care of you. What was it startled you?" "I don't know.
Calling her children to her, she helped them into their warm galoshes; and lighting a small lantern, they were soon out in the snowy forest. "Oh, mother, I wish we were rich like the Hedgehogs," cried the eldest daughter, Emmie; "Wilhelm and Fritz are so fashionable, and on Berta's birthday they are going to give a grand coffee party, to which the Court Hedgehog is expected!"
When Joey crept down again a minute later, Picotee was sitting aloof and silent, and he accordingly singled her out to speak to. 'Such a lark, Picotee! he whispered. 'Berta's a-courting of her young man. Would you like to see how they carries on a bit? 'Dearly I should! said Picotee, the pupils of her eyes dilating. Joey conducted her to the top of the basement stairs, and told her to listen.
That one for the main feature the pictures of distinguished alumnæ " "Hold on!" the chairman backed into a convenient corner before Berta's frenzied reproaches, "it's all right. We added a note of explanation. Nobody will blame you for writing so well. And the initials are very small anyhow. Here, look!"
"Excuse me, Miss Brett. Were you just going out? I'm glad I did not disturb you. Shall I hold it open for you?" She stepped to one side and waited gravely without moving a muscle till Lucine after a withering stare had stalked angrily back to her window. The corner of Berta's mouth gave a quick, queer little twitch before settling back into proper solemnity. "Come, Laura. You'd better.
Of course she will be elected there isn't a doubt and I'll be as glad as any one." "Yes!" Berta's voice veered from sarcasm to genuine anxiety. "You'll be glad but you'll be glad at home. You can't come back to college you told me so yourself unless you are elected editor. That's why I called you out just now. Did your uncle really say that he was disappointed in your career here?"
"That is what college has given us," put in Lila who had been listening, "it gives us sympathy. Being with different persons, you know, and loving them." "Oh, yes!" Robbie's sigh of intense assent left her breathless, "loving them." "Now, then, girls!" Berta's hand was lifted again to beat time as the clapping for the sophomores subsided. Then the seniors sang.
Berta's eager dark face grew sober under the swathing folds of her pillow-case. "Maybe it isn't her fault," she said. But Robbie Belle unaware of this precious drop of sympathy plodded through an essay on Intellect, wrote out a laborious analysis, and at the stroke of the nine-thirty gong crept reluctantly back to her room.
'I shall walk on, and let him overtake me. If possible, I will get one glimpse of Enckworth Court, Berta's new home; there may be time, if I start at once. 'I will walk with you, said Sol. 'There is room for one with me, said Christopher. 'I shall drive back early in the afternoon. 'Thank you, said Sol. 'I will endeavour to meet you at Corvsgate. Thus it was arranged.
It's being a " "But aren't you going anywhere?" asked Robbie Belle who had been filling Berta's plate and pouring her milk during the discourse. Bea sent a bewitching smile straight into Berta's eyes. "I'm 'most sure she is going to give me a swimming lesson at half past four. Then if it is still raining this evening, we can all swim over to the chapel for the concert. Please, Berta."
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