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"Please stay, Don," Tory begged, moving forward and standing beside him. She scarcely came up to his shoulder. "Edith Linder has gone to Miss Frean's cottage to ask her to come to Kara at once. She is to try to telephone for your father. If not, one of us must ride in to town for him.
Isn't it fine to think of her nearby in her little House in the Woods, always ready to give us help and advice. Tory declares she would never have dared to insist we have Kara at camp with us when she is so ill and unhappy except for Miss Frean's nearness." Her task accomplished, Louise turned aside from her cot bed and put her arm about the other girl's shoulders.
Since she had begun to study and love the New England country this garden of Memory Frean's had become of intense interest and affection to the young American girl who had spent so much of her life in foreign lands. Within the yard and upon the border of the deep woods beyond she had learned the names of a wide variety of trees, birds and flowers.
Afterwards she and Memory Frean hid behind a shelter, where concealed they could watch the flight of the birds into the garden. Some floated in from outside, others came down from their nests in Miss Frean's own trees to partake of her hospitality. This evening, appearing with the more regular visitors, was a golden-winged warbler, splendid with his conspicuous yellow wing bars.
Even before Miss Frean's lecture Tory had suffered an occasional moment of self-reproach. However, only within the past twenty-four hours had she talked over the situation frankly and openly with Martha and offered an apology. It was delightful to have discovered her to be altogether sensible and agreeable. Apparently the young English Girl Guide had understood and accepted the circumstances.
The hundreds of old books in their worn coverings, only a few new ones among them, lined the walls. By the window, the couch was covered with an old New England quilt, of great value, if Tory had realized the fact. The furniture was so inexpensive, the little pine table before her, the larger one with Memory Frean's lamp and books and a bowl of flowers, the chairs and long bench.
In the meantime Tory had happily forgotten there was any subject to be discussed between herself and her friend that might not be an altogether happy one. She did think of it, however, while she was eating her supper on a small table in Memory Frean's living-room, drawn up before a small fire.
We thought the first sketch you made of her wonderful, even if you were not pleased." In the last few days Tory had quietly been following Memory Frean's advice and allowing the other Girl Scouts to share in the care of Kara. As a consequence they did seem to feel more pleasure in being together. But then for more than one reason Kara was in a better state of mind.
"Yes, I have noticed this about Margaret Hale and Dorothy McClain. I am not so sure, I think the third girl is Joan Peters," she ejaculated and relapsed into quiet again. The two women glanced at Tory and then at Edith Linder, who was at this instant coming across the yard with the tea. The two girls were an apt illustration of Memory Frean's last expressed opinion.
Now, as darkness fell, Tory discovered that a greater number sang their evensong in Memory Frean's garden than near their own camp in Beechwood Forest. True, Miss Frean made everything ready for their reception. Placed about the yard were half a dozen wide open bowls filled with fresh water. The garden boasted a hedge of currant and raspberry bushes at present loaded with ripe fruit.
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