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For a moment Tabitha lay motionless on her pillow, almost too surprised for utterance at this turn of affairs; then she smiled happily in the dark and whispered shyly, "I don't hate you, Chrystobel. I didn't mean all those hateful things I said to you. I was mad and that's why I spoke that way. I I love you."
There was the sound of pattering feet in the three rooms, and Chrystobel, now thoroughly awake, reached Tabitha's side just as the door across the hall and the one next to theirs burst open and four excited girls tumbled out. "Oh-h-h!" came a chorus of long-drawn-out, rapturous sighs, as five pair of eager arms clasped the bulky socks and jerked them loose. "Ow!" shrieked Grace.
"That suits me all right," thought Tabitha, but aloud she merely said, "It makes no difference to me." "Then you may have the bed by the window. As for the chairs, they are exactly alike " "I want this rocker," interrupted Chrystobel again, "the other squeaks, and I can't bear that."
They have offered your father a fortune for just that one claim, but he won't sell. He will be a rich man now, Puss. Aren't you glad?" Tabitha sat in a daze, hardly daring to believe her ears. Could it be after all these years her father was to find wealth again, or was it all a dream? "Well, you are the queerest girl!" declared Chrystobel, who was watching her curiously.
"And so are we," cried Chrystobel impulsively. "This has been the loveliest Christmas vacation I can remember. I wouldn't have missed staying here for anything." "Nor I!" echoed Grace and Vera in the same breath, while Carrie and Bertha smiled their happiness. Then came the grand dinner, and after that the games.
So when Aunt Lyda came for me, I asked her about it and she said I might stay if Miss Pomeroy would let me." "Goody! She will. She said we might. When your aunt goes, come up to Grace's room and let's make our plans right away. We will get Chrystobel if she isn't with Puss."
With the first gleam of dawn she was up in the morning, busy with brush or hook long before the breakfast bell called them to the day's routine; at recess and during the noon hour, she was hidden away with Bertha or Carrie in some nook of the great gardens, making frantic use of every opportunity; and when the lessons were learned in the evening, back to back with Chrystobel, she toiled with patient fingers, sighing with relief as each dainty tie was laid in state beside its finished mates in her big hat box.
Two hot tears gathered in her eyes again, but just at that minute she heard Chrystobel mutter between her teeth so the principal could not hear, "I hate you!" "It's mutual!" was Tabitha's vindictive reply, and with head up, she stalked stiffly down the stairs behind Miss Pomeroy. That first night at Ivy Hall for this was the name of the boarding school was long remembered by Tabitha.
"Tabitha, I am talking to Chrystobel now." "She took both big drawers and " "Tabitha!" "Expected me to have just those two little ones in the top " "Tabitha!" "She said you said she could have her choice and " "Will you listen to me?" "She dumped my things out of the drawer the bottom one and poked them in those little mites of ones. It isn't fair " "Tabitha Catt!"
I never know how to say it so the other person will believe me. But I really mean it, Chrystobel. I am sorry I was so horrid to you. We ought to be friends, and then you could help me keep from getting mad, and I could help you not to be such a pig. Will you, Chrystobel?" "Well," breathed her astounded room-mate, "you are the queerest girl I ever saw, and you say the oddest things.
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