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"Oh, see here," expostulated Elfreda, jerking herself away, her face crimson. "I you " "Confess," threatened Miriam, seizing the little brass tea kettle and brandishing it over Elfreda's head. "I won't," defied Elfreda, laughing a little in spite of her efforts to appear offended. "One, two," counted Miriam, grasping the kettle firmly. "All right, I did," confessed Elfreda nonchalantly.
Hoping fervently that it was her own little spirited Blackie, Grace urged her mount forward at a lively clip and bore down on the bronco who began edging off when he saw her heading for him. "It's Elfreda's pony!" cried Grace. "Here, boy; here, boy!" she called. The "lost" animal kicked up its heels and started away at a gallop, with Grace Harlowe in full pursuit.
Grasping the bridle of the runaway, Elfreda tugged at it with all her might in her endeavor to stop the animal, shouting, "Whoa! Whoa!" In the meantime, Grace on Blackie was heading for the scene at top speed, seeking to head off the runaway. Others also were trying to stop the animal and rescue the fallen cowboy, but it was Elfreda's race, with Grace following her.
"I read it in your face." "Oh, why wasn't I with you?" was Elfreda's regretful cry. "I have always longed to be concerned in a real melodrama." Miriam, alone, made no comment. She regarded Grace with an intent gaze that made the latter ask quickly: "What is the matter, Miriam? Don't you approve of my evening's work? I know Father and Mother won't. I must write them to-morrow.
Gray and I in August, Patience." Grace went on to relate the details of Elfreda's visit. "Emma has heard all this before. Still, you don't mind hearing it again, do you, Emma?" "I could listen to it forever, and then ask for a repetition," asserted Emma with gallant glibness. "I won't be so malicious as to take you at your word," returned Grace.
We ought to give Elfreda special vote of grateful thanks for suggesting Jean. That was a master stroke." Grace's suggestion brought out a volley of acclamation in Elfreda's direction. "Oh, forget it," she muttered, unconsciously relapsing into her old-time use of slang. "Old Jean just happened to pop into my head. That's all."
If she tendered her resignation she intended it should take effect without delay. Once she had surrendered her precious charge she could not and would not remain at Harlowe House. Still she had promised her girls that she would help them. She had volunteered Arline's and Elfreda's services, knowing they would willingly leave their own affairs to journey back to Overton. Grace laid down her pen.
"You have been lovely to Elfreda, and instead of her evening being spoiled, you know what I mean, she has actually made a sensation." "I am not the only one who has been looking out for J. Elfreda's interests," reminded Mabel. "I am glad that she has this talent.
Acting upon Elfreda's suggestion that they make an effort to salvage their supplies, Tom and Hippy prepared pitchpine torches, and all hands repaired to the scene of their late camping place. "Look! Oh, look!" cried Emma, as they came within sight of it. Not a vestige of the camp was left. Logs lay about everywhere, some almost standing on end.
By common consent they tabooed the more formal social entertainment which the various hostelries at Wildwood offered. Only on one occasion did they diverge from their clannish programme in order to attend an informal hop given by Elfreda's friend, Madge Morton, at her father's cottage.
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