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And so, good afternoon, Berta, when you like to go, and the same to you, Mr. Julian. Dan, is that your mind? 'I can but own it, said Dan. The two brothers then turned their backs upon their visitors, and went on working, and Ethelberta and her lover left the room.
The messenger girl overtook her at the foot of the broad staircase. "Here is a special delivery letter for you. It was brought from town five minutes ago." Berta glanced at the address. Yes, it was from her sister-in-law as she had expected. Eva was always falling into foolish little flurries and rushing to consult friends and relatives by mail or wire or word of mouth.
Berta leaned back and drew a long and melancholy sigh from the bottom of her boots. "Girls," she turned to the others who were still lingering over their breakfast, "she asks why I don't go to hear grand opera. And it costs two dollars railroad fare even on a commutation ticket, and seats are three dollars up, and I have precisely thirty-seven cents to last me till Christmas."
Berta is raising her hand to mark time for the songs to be rehearsed for to-morrow." But Berta's hand dropped at sound of a shout from across the campus. "There!" she exclaimed, "the sophomores are coming." They certainly were coming, on a double-quick march, two by two, shouting for the seniors. As they approached the shouting changed to singing.
Walking over to Berta's side Robbie Belle took the listless hand in both her comforting ones. "Even if we shouldn't manage it this year, you know, we could try again next year. We might earn something extra during the summer." "Next year!" echoed Berta under her breath. "I can't count on next year I dare not.
"Yes, Miss Anglin," said Berta, and went on to tell how the players sit in a circle, and the first one whispers a story to the second; and the second repeats it as accurately as she can remember to the third; and the third tells it to the fourth, and so on till the last one hears it and then relates it aloud. After that the first one gives the story exactly as he started it.
"No, I have too much pride to play second fiddle. Your neglect has wounded me deeply, and I do not see how I can ever forgive you. To forsake me for such a shallow, disagreeable person as Berta Abbott is an unpardonable insult." Laura gave a little shiver and lifted her head sharply. "I have tried to be your friend. I have endured things. But I won't endure this I won't I can't.
They could not see how, when once safely in the haven of her room, she broke down utterly and lay trembling and sobbing in Miss Cutter's astonished arms. Now at last she had surely committed an unpardonable offense against the only girls for whom she cared in the whole collegeful especially Berta. Now Berta would be certain she was queer.
After one turn up and back again while we discussed Mary Winchester, she said she thought she would invite our little freshman roommate for the next number. We kept on talking about Mary. Lila was insisting that she ought to be put in the tenth class or worse, while Berta maintained that she wasn't quite so bad as that. I kept thinking up arguments for both sides.
Memory gave up the missing names, helped by those boyish replicas of the candid clear grey eyes of the Mayor's wife, shining under the drooping plume of fair hair. "Mummy was quite right, Hammy, and Berta was wrong, because I remember your names quite well, you see. And the birds and beasts and insects are in a box at my quarters. Come and get them."
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