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Updated: May 6, 2025
There was the broken mirror in Dozia's room and the fact that Dozia had actually hit Shirley on the head with a hammer! "A pretty record that and made on the first night in college," Jane reflected. Undoubtedly the freshman's demand that Jane "see her at once" had to do with the outrage. And the interview would be granted, of course, that very afternoon unless Judith interfered.
But her tormentors intended to fix up any damage they might have inadvertently perpetrated on the feature, and what coating didn't come off with the alcohol was quickly covered with Dozia's powder, until the freshman was made to look even better than nature had intended she should.
I don't give a snap for all the high brow stuff and I might as well tell you I am nearly dead with homesickness." Now let's get back to the girl who hit me. Can you make her apologize?" "No," said Jane flatly, "and what's more I have no intention of trying to. You brought trouble on yourself by going into Dozia's room without being invited.
Go on!" begged the little freshman recognized as the pretty Sarah Howland. "Hurry or they will make it worse." The leader marched out and Shirley followed. Those who had heard the sentence realized the misery it inflicted that the strongest girl should be denied the pump, the lake, tree climbing and even boxing possible or gym work, for a mean little contemptible stunt like dusting Dozia's room!
They were almost in the little grove and it was between there and the boxwood that touched the side porch of Lenox that this hidden thing must be. Jane was by no means as brave as her carefree manner indicated, and every time she held a bush from brushing Dozia's face she took occasion to listen intently for vagrant noises.
"Dol was always a wizard, and now thus equipped she might have a lovely way of fanning me thin." "And fattening me nice and fluffy with the same fan," sighed Winifred. "My freckles might float away like powder from the butterfly's wings," with a weird fluttering of Dozia's long arms. "But hair!" exclaimed Judith. "Think of turning me into a golden blonde with eyes like blue-bells under dewiness "
It would mean, logically, that she rang the ghost chains, and that you knew she had helped her brother financially." All the nonsense had now died out of Dozia's voice, and she compelled Jane to stand while she proclaimed this ultimatum. "But how could she get up there, Dozia, when we know positively she was not on the campus the night of the big alarm?"
They were well across the campus and now, at the end of the path, near the gate and not far from Lenox Hall, something moved in and out of the moonlit way. It seemed to cross from the big stone wall and glide into the grove of magnolia. Jane dropped Dozia's arm and stepped out to peer after the shadow.
Judith had overheard the request and pinched Jane's arm to admit it, but a loud demand for the freshman from the group rounding up candidates saved further delay and when Shirley left Dozia's room the latter patted her affectionately. "Don't worry, dear," said Dozia, "I'll be careful not to raise too much dust next week."
But this Shirley girl surely needs some sort of treatment. Her week of dusting Dozia's room is up today. I hope the lesson brought down her hoity-toity a peg or two. There come the girls from the village. Be prepared for more ghost stories for I see Ted Guthrie gasping, even at this distance. And behold the windmills Dozia's arm! Something very exciting must have happened." "Jane!
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