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Updated: June 7, 2025
"These fad things are often successes, financially, and I can trust Joan perfectly." Christmas was a disappointment. "I cannot leave this year, Aunt Dorrie," Joan wrote; "this is our busy time. Next year I will be free and studying music."
"Coming, Dorrie!" he called out, as the girl made a movement to step over the low sill into the room; "no, there is nothing the matter I came to ask Miss Minturn for the Flower Carnival picture, to have it copied for you." "How nice of you, Uncle Phillip! You are always so thoughtful for me!" said unsuspicious Dorothy.
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She was a few years older than Joan, and a girl of remarkable character and sweetness. "She wants me, Aunt Dorrie. She wants me to come to her. She has a studio in New York; not down in that part of the city which Uncle David doesn't like, the place where he says folks show off with the window shades up. Sylvia is in the safe uptown where the real thing is!"
She wanted to push her on her way instead of holding her back, and at the same time she was striving to clutch her as she went her way. Yes, that was it. Joan was already started; nothing could hold her back but still the battle waged, while Doris smiled tremblingly. "I know, Aunt Dorrie, I know. It hurts but but oh! listen, dear.
Both gentlemen laughed, and were glad of the opportunity to give vent in this way to their pent-up emotions. "All right, Dorrie; and when you see it you shall be the judge whether it is fine enough," replied the professor, as he turned again to feast his eyes upon the wonderful change in her.
"I think Aunt Dorrie would want me to to live my life," Joan returned. "Oh! of course, she'd let you go. That's Aunt Dorrie's idea of justice. But we have no right to impose on it. People may be willing to suffer, but that's no excuse for making them suffer."
"Oh! bully for you, Uncle David," Joan broke in, delightedly, "Aunt Dorrie is just plain flopping and Nan and Mary are abetting her." For some reason Martin turned to Joan, not Nancy who was standing patiently by. "Joan, get your aunt on horseback lead up to it, of course and go slow." "But Uncle David " Nancy drew near. Her kingdom was threatened.
"P. P. S. Jack, for my sake, pay attention to what I ask you and answer every question. And don't forget to find out all about the 11th Uhlans. "Now, what on earth interests Dorrie in all these battle statistics?" he wondered; "and what in the name of common-sense can she find to interest her in the 11th Uhlans? Ricky? Absurd!"
"You sang beautifully, Joan," for Joan had sung at Nancy's request a wedding hymn. "Your voice has gained a richness, dear. Next winter " "Yes Aunt Dorrie!" Joan broke in nervously, then suddenly she dropped on her knees by Doris's chair and said softly: "Aunt Dorrie, I'm going to ask some very queer questions. You see, while I was away I missed a lot and I want to catch up.
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