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"All right," agreed Grace, "and Cleo dear," with her arms around the girl at the end of the bench, "won't you be a darling and write the letter?" "And get lassoed?" laughed her chum. "Well, I don't mind. I think he must be a very nice man, and maybe I shall adopt him for my hero." "You may. I would be very glad to get rid of him," Grace confessed.
"I guess she tried," Louise could not refrain from interrupting, for the memory of Kitty's throw of the paste board box was still vivid. "Yes, she tried, and she has told me how she plagued you, but accordin' to Kitty you wouldn't quit." "Not exactly quitters," ventured Cleo.
"Quite," said Madame de Brie half-heartedly, "but my dear Cléo, you will excuse an old woman for suggesting it, your generosity must be on its guard, he placed his hand on your shoulder, quite familiarly it seemed to me." "Well," said the choking Cléo, "why should he not? I have slept with my head on his chest on a rock and I have stabbed a man who was trying to kill him.
"I was so worried all this time, and I couldn't get a chance to tell you a word about it." "And I can imagine every rope you saw you just imagined was coming your way," teased Cleo. "Just about. But say, girls, another thing. Did you see that pretty girl who came in last night with the lieutenant from Franklin?" "Oh, yes, the pretty blonde with the blue crocheted tam, I saw her.
She said he had made her happy by giving her so practical a proof of his belief in her friendship, and added she was very glad indeed he was thinking of lodging elsewhere, instead of staying with that horrid and amusing family. She hoped he would make up his mind on the point very soon; and the sooner he had a terrific quarrel with his Cleo the better.
Cleo returned about half-past five and ordered some tea.
A spill of the coins brought an ill-concealed titter from Cleo and Grace, and this the girl so sharply resented that Louise edged her chums to the other side of the room for safety. "Fierce!" commented Grace. "Think she bites?" "Might," replied Cleo under her breath. Louise was ordering stamps, and her friends pretended to examine the alluring display of new post-cards. "Oh, my!" whispered Grace.
"You know we are both going together " "But these are my fairies," and tears welled into the saucer blue eyes. "I can't can't let them go away!" Two monster tears rolled right into the quivering lips. Cleo and Grace felt very helpless in this sort of predicament. It was one thing to dive off piers, and fish boys or girls out of the depths, but how to bank a flood of baby tears? Kitty knew.
Rather was she intent on showing that she was perfectly capable of vanquishing them. When the open-handed policy she had been compelled to adopt had reduced their resources to about fifty pounds, Cleo withdrew the money from the bank, saying it would be safer in her pocket.
Johnston's wash," she lamented. "Well, shall we write the letter?" Cleo followed up. "I have to say I am afraid to go in the woods now," admitted Grace. "Suppose he should capture us all!" "We could make some excuse to bring a lot of girls along," Madeline suggested. "He couldn't capture a whole troop."
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