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Updated: June 11, 2025
You shall have the best shampoo in my power to give as soon as you are ready for it." Later, she paused in her dressing, thinking maybe she had not been gracious enough in expressing her appreciation, and said emphatically, "Ethelinda, that was awfully good of you to think of a way to help me out of my difficulty.
"Too bad," was the indifferent answer, and Ethelinda went on with her lesson, but presently a faint sniff made her glance up to see that Mary was not studying, only staring at her book with big tears dropping quietly on the page.
Oh, you've no idea how hard I'm going to work to deserve all this! I wrote to Jack last night that I intend to tackle school this year just the way I used to kill snakes with all my might and main!" An amused expression crossed Madam Chartley's face again. She was thinking of Ethelinda and the possible effect the two girls might have on each other. At any rate it was an experiment worth trying.
Then she went skipping off to her room with the dowry pig in one hand and a green candle from the cake in the other, to report the affair to Ethelinda. They were not members of the same sorority, but they had many interests in common now. They had learned how to adjust themselves to each other. Mary still reserved her deepest confidences for her shadow-chum, but Ethelinda shared the rest.
"Come into my room a few minutes," she said. "I've something to show you," While she was looking through her desk to find it she asked, "Well, how goes it, little girl? Is school all you dreamed it would be?" "Betty, she won't thaw out a bit." "Who, dear?" "That Miss Ethelinda Hurst.
If she had accepted it silently Mary might have gone on to the end of the term making excuses for her, and making good her neglect; but Ethelinda remarked one day to one of the Sophomores that if Mary Ware ever wanted a recommendation as lady's maid she would gladly give it. She seemed naturally cut out for that.
Her thoughts strayed away from the service a moment to recall the little bundles she had hidden in Elise's and A.O.'s suit-cases, and the package she had ready for Ethelinda, a prettily scalloped linen cover for her dressing-table with her initials, worked in handsome block letters in the centre.
In a few moments we had forgotten all our troubles in the presence of one of the most charming chatelaines it has been our lot to meet. We sat on a low stool immediately beside Ethelinda Afterthought, who presided in her own gracious fashion over the tea-urn. "So you want to know something of my methods of work?" she said, as she poured hot tea over our leg.
"I can't see any honorable way out of it," she said resolutely. "I said I'd abide by the blindfolded test." "When we promised we weren't thinking of ourselves," insisted Ethelinda. "That doesn't release us," retorted her Puritan sister. "Why?" demanded Linda. "Suppose, for example, your pencil had marked William's name! That would have been im immoral!"
Ethelinda's eyes flashed, but she had no answer for this queer girl who seemed to have the Dictionary and the Peerage and no telling how many other sources of information at her tongue's end. Again the dressing went on in silence. Mary finished first, all but a hook or two which she could not reach, and which she could not muster up courage to ask Ethelinda to do for her.
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