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Updated: June 21, 2025
The smooth dark head at the desk bent lower over the water-color before her. "Don't interrupt this minute. There's a dear. I've got to catch this last streak of daylight " "But it isn't daylight," fretted Ethelwynne, "the moon's up already. And I'm so chilly! I wish you would help me make some hot chocolate." "Look at the thermometer. Ah, one more stroke of that exquisite saffron on the stem!
"Oh, oh, oh!" Agnes white as a sheet flew to her side. "What is it? Quick, quick, Wynnie! Is it your heart? Your head? A darting pain! Where, oh, where?" "Crackie!" Ethelwynne ruefully rubbed her mouth. "I've been sucking that pill." After a moment's struggle to retain her sympathetic gravity, Agnes gave way and dropping her head on her hands shook alarmingly for at least half a minute.
But when the roommate answered the knock, she invariably exclaimed, no matter how much was handed to her, "Is that all?" More than once in her reports to Lila, Bea declared that it was about time for a wave of reform in the vicinity of Ethelwynne Bruce.
But what with the Latin test to-morrow and this plate for the book on fungi to be sent off in the morning, I managed to tear myself away." "You're different. Oo-oo-ooh!" Ethelwynne shivered violently again. "You like to deny yourself. You enjoy discipline. It gives you pleasure to do what you hate. You love duty just because it is disagreeable." "My land!" Agnes clutched her own head.
You always think you know best. You're always preaching and advising. You wanted to make me flunk. You knew it would make my ears ring and my head whirl. You did it on purpose. I shall never forgive you, never, never, never!" "What!" At the tone Ethelwynne suddenly shivered, threw herself on the couch, and fell to crying weakly. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it at all.
She had never been able to translate from hearing anyhow. This morning when Miss Sawyer took her seat on the platform and opened her book, Ethelwynne bent forward anxiously, every nerve alert and strained. What was the first word? Oh, what was it? She had not caught it. It sounded blurred and mazy with no ending at all. And the next and the next! And the third! Now she had lost it.
Ethelwynne with her skates jingling over her arm came shivering into the room. "Oo-oo-ooh!" Her teeth chattered. "Wynnie's freezing. Do shut that window and turn on the heat, Agnes. It is hard lines to live in a double with a regular Polar bear direct from the land of Sparta. You ought to keep it up as high as forty degrees anyhow." "Sh-h!"
Hush, now. Look at the thermometer, look at the thermometer," she muttered abstractedly while concentrating all her mental attention in the tips of her skilful fingers. Ethelwynne stared at her a moment before giving a little chuckle that ended in a shiver. "Look at the thermometer, look at the thermometer," she echoed sarcastically, "I reckon that'll warm me up, won't it?
As the door closed softly behind her, Ethelwynne lifted her tear-wet face. "Agnes, do you think it was the pill that did it?" "Did what? Everything?" "Oh, no, no! Was it the pill that made me flunk in Latin?" "I don't know," she answered doubtfully, "perhaps it helped." "I want to say it was the pill. I want to believe it was the pill.
"Hist! if you don't drop those hideous toadstools of yours and begin to sympathize with me this instant, I shall hur-r-rl this clanking steel " Agnes still painting busily raised one elbow in an attitude of half-unconscious defense. " upon the floor-r-r!" At the crashing rattlety-bang Agnes sprang to her feet with a nervous shriek. Ethelwynne dived for her skates and felt them carefully.
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