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Updated: June 11, 2025
No, I am not sorry I wrote to Ethel. What a fine girl she is! I don't mean her beauty merely, but such a noble-bred one! And to think that there she is in the market to be knocked down to I say, I was going to call that three-year-old, Ethelinda. We must christen her over again for Tattersall's, Georgy."
And then" she couldn't resist this thrust, especially as she felt it was a part of the missionary work she had undertaken "I looked for Hurst, too, as the girls said you had a crest." "Well?" came the question, a trifle defiantly. "It's not in the Peerage." Ethelinda drew herself up haughtily as if she disdained an explanation, yet felt forced to make one.
We're not going to have any of the Lloydsboro Valley girls imposed on, and if she gets too uppity she'll find herself boycotted." As the door closed behind her Dorene remarked, "She's a dear little thing. I'm going to see that she has so much attention to-night that Ethelinda will wake up to the fact that she's worth having for a friend.
"Come in," said her father, irritably, "but don't interrupt. William and I are engaged in a very important business transaction." Treating of Certain Scientific Events Succeeding the Wedding Journey of William and Ethelinda Sacharissa took the chair.
Then she would hang the rumpled skirts back in the wardrobe where they belonged, rescue her overturned work-basket from some garment that Ethelinda had carelessly thrown across it, and patiently straighten out the confusion of books and papers on the table they shared in common. Although there were no more frozen silences between them their conversations were far from satisfactory.
It was one of the requirements of the school that all trunks must be emptied and sent to the store-room on arrival, and presently, as Ethelinda seemed ignorant of the rule, Mary told her and offered to help her unpack. The answer was excessively polite, so polite that it left Mary at greater arm's length than before. Fanchon was to do the unpacking. She had come on purpose for that.
Ethelinda had struck the cord in reaching up to pull her pillows higher. The flickering shadows made Mary think of something a verse that Lloyd had written in her autograph album once, because it was the motto of the Seminary Shadow Club. "This learned I from the shadow on a tree That to and fro did sway upon the wall, Our shadowy selves our influence, may fall Where we can never be."
"I hope mine will be either Cornie Dean or Dorene Derwent," confided Mary to Betty in an undertone, "because I know them so well. But if I should have to choose a stranger I'd rather have that quiet girl in gray, over at Miss Chilton's table. She looks like a girl in an English story-book. I mean the one that Ethelinda is talking to now.
And I would draw a pony, only I never can nicely; but look here," Kate went on drawing as she spoke "here is Lady Ethelinda with her best hat on, and a little girl coming. There is the little girl's house, burnt down; don't you see?"
Then to her surprise, Ethelinda, who had noticed her glance, spoke to her. "Sweet, aren't they! Miss Berkeley sent them, or rather Lady Evelyn, I should say. She is to be my escort to-night." It was Mary's besetting sin to put people right whom, she thought were mistaken, so she answered hastily, "Oh, no! You oughtn't to call her Lady Evelyn. She doesn't like it.
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