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She raised her skirt and the girls shrieked with laughter at the baggy stockings. "Let's all change round to-night," Annabel suggested. "Blue Bonnet can wear my pink organdy, and I'll wear this " "Where do I come in?" Sue interrupted. "At the head of the procession, as usual, dearest," Annabel promised. "You can wear that sweet yellow gown of Blue Bonnet's. Can't she?"
There are some people you can't spoil." "I wouldn't advise you to try too hard," Carita laughed. They stopped first at Blue Bonnet's room, which was two floors below Carita's. "I don't like your being so far away from me, at all," Blue Bonnet said, as she turned on the light and laid her coat and hat on the bed. "That's a silly rule having the younger girls all together on one floor.
What's the state of the herb market?" joined the young man with increasing rudeness. "That bonnet's from the ark ha! ha!" "And was worn by the wife of Shem, Ham or Japheth. Ha! now I've got it! This is the great, great, great granddaughter of Noah. What a discovery! Where's Barnum? Here's a chance for another fortune!"
Before his eyes swept a vision of the Blue Bonnet ranch its vast roaming acres; its clear beautiful skies and warm sunshine; of old, lonely Benita, and Uncle Joe. There was ample room there room that shamed him when he looked at this pitiful wasted bit of humanity dying for the need of what it offered. He went back to the little cot and touched Blue Bonnet's arm lightly. "Come, Honey," he said.
I've cut out all the notices from the papers and kept the literature they passed around. Now, I think I've told you every blessed thing. Would you all like to come up-stairs and see my new clothes?" There was an immediate rush for Blue Bonnet's room. Miss Clyde wondered an hour later, when she rapped at the door and glanced in, if the place would ever again take on its natural shape and order.
I begged Aunt Lucinda to let me have them a little longer than I've been wearing. Yes, I like the girls very much. Good night." In her own bed, under cover of darkness, Blue Bonnet had much to think about that night. Opposite her, as still as the dead, Joy Cross slumbered. Blue Bonnet's mind went back over the day. How full it had been and strange!
Sue giggled as she pirouetted back and forth. "Decided about the club yet, Blue Bonnet?" "Not yet," Blue Bonnet said. She wondered if her face betrayed lack of interest. The thought of the club had entirely passed out of her mind. "What do you call this club, Sue?" Sue took a whirl and a glide and stopped at Blue Bonnet's side. "The Ancient Order of Lambs," she said, and darted off again.
Judge Robinson, from one sidelong glance, brought off detailed intelligence of the bonnet's checkered past. The elder Miss Eubanks decried the mannishness of cane-bearing; and Mrs. Westley Keyts, entering the shop as Miss Caroline was bowed out, declared that her silk stockings were of a hue hardly respectable, and that she wore shoes "twice too small for her."
Blue Bonnet's mind was busy with but one theme one thought that revolved round and round again, hemming her in with despair: Who had secreted the book in her drawer? To whom did it belong? How could she establish her innocence? "Cheer up, cheer up," Sue Hemphill said, as she passed Blue Bonnet in the hall after lunch.
And still he refused to believe that it was anything more than a drowsy mockery. At length a vagrant breeze brought him a snatch of this enjoyable chorus in deeper, stronger volume and he leaped to his feet with a shout. It was no hallucination. Lusty seamen were singing in time to the beat of their oars, and Jack Cockrell knew it for the favorite song of Stede Bonnet's crew.
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