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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.
Fenton was addressing not Lance alone who had asked the question, but the crowd of young people nearby, Memory Frean and Sheila Mason, Captain Curtis and several others came and stood on the edge of the crowd. This afternoon they were together on the side of the stream of water where the tableaux would be presented. In nearly every detail Tory had been correct in her original conception.
In those days he had been young and meant to make Memory Frean proud of him. They had separated and he had sought consolation among his books. Then into his own and his sister's well regulated lives Tory had entered the winter before. She was not Tory to them then, but Victoria Drew, as Miss Victoria Fenton still insisted upon calling her niece. To Mr.
Edith spoke as if she meant seriously what she was saying. Yet she spoke with entire good nature. It had been agreed not to discuss the subject of the pageant until her return. The next half hour the two women and two girls talked of nothing else. "I believe you should speak to other members of the Council beside me," Miss Frean argued. "Mr.
What a contrast to her own austere and handsome home in Westhaven, now the property of her uncle and aunt, Mr. Richard Fenton and Miss Victoria Fenton. If Memory Frean and her uncle had not ceased to care for each other perhaps there would have been no little House in the Woods. Tory finished her supper and her reflections. "Memory Frean, what is it Miss Mason wished you to talk about to me?
But dear me, I did think I was doing the right thing! Often I have wanted dreadfully to go off on our Scouting expeditions and have remained at camp because I thought Kara needed me and did not wish the other girls to be sacrificed. It does require an extraordinary number of virtues to be a good Scout." Memory Frean shook her head. "I don't believe I would put the case in just that fashion, Tory.
On the front of one of a pile of empty cases was visible, in big black letters, the legend, "Peek, Frean, and Co., London." State documents reposed in the receptacle once occupied by biscuits.
At four o'clock in the afternoon Mr. Fenton sent a large motor car to the Girl Scout camp to bear Kara, Miss Mason, Lucy Martin and any other girls who chose to ride to the place under discussion as the site to be chosen for the Greek pageant. The spot lay midway between the two camps. Earlier in the afternoon Miss Frean had started off with the girls who preferred the hike.
"I have been taking supper with Miss Frean and she is walking back to camp with me. You were coming to camp to see us?" Mr. Fenton agreed, walking forward to speak to Memory Frean. Except for an occasional meeting upon the streets of Westhaven, and one or two brief conversations with regard to the Girl Scout camp in Beechwood Forest, they had not seen each other in many years.
I suppose you know I have been reading the story of the Odyssey, since you told me Miss Frean had read it to you early in the summer." Tory laughed. For all his quietness and apparent gentleness Lance's nature was more domineering than most persons appreciated. Their friends believed that Don ruled in the intimate friendship between the two brothers. More often than not they were mistaken.
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