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Updated: June 14, 2025
Walking steadily without pausing for rest, before the others they arrived at the proposed place. When the signal was given to halt, Tory Drew dropped down on the ground and in the fashion supposed to be best for meditation sat looking about her. Several of the other girls followed her example, while Miss Frean remained standing with three or four companions.
Tory was not especially fond of reading, not to the extent that her uncle, Mr. Richard Fenton would have liked. He spent the greater part of his time in his library at the old Fenton house in Westhaven. Miss Frean in her own little House in the Woods gently reproached Tory now and then for her lack of interest in books.
Some day she hoped that Lucy might altogether forget the Gray House and think of herself as her own and Mr. Hammond's child. At last Sheila Mason had ceased her talk with Mr. Fenton and Miss Frean. She turned toward the center of the room, looking as if she wished to ask Mr. and Mrs. Hammond to say farewell. Then the interest in Kara's face and in Mr. Hammond's words forbade the interruption.
A confusion of tongues just adds to a confusion of ideas," Lance McClain remarked, jumping from his bicycle and unexpectedly joining the small group. Apparently he had ridden on ahead of his Scout Troop. He turned now and greeted Miss Frean. Then he came over toward Tory. "I don't wish to be teased, Lance.
Close behind him came a pair of tanagers. The female Tory did not recognize until Memory Frean explained that she was a dull green olive in color, unlike her brilliant, scarlet-coated husband. In fact, Tory and Miss Frean did not go indoors until, from somewhere deep in the woods, a whippoorwill began his evening call.
Her uncle had said that he hoped this summer would give them an opportunity for a closer intimacy. He believed that her influence would be of benefit to Tory. If their friendship of long ago had ended, he had not for that reason ceased to admire Miss Frean. At this moment a breeze swept through Beechwood Forest, setting the leaves shimmering with a fairylike enchantment.
The stranger was a middle-aged man with iron-gray hair. He was carrying his hat in his hand and enjoying the beauty and fragrance of the late evening in the woods. As Tory rushed toward him, Miss Frean stepped back into a deeper shadow. The newcomer was Tory's uncle, Mr. Richard Fenton. "How stupid of me to have been frightened!" she exclaimed.
Tory demanded. Memory Frean smiled. "I am afraid so, Tory dear, although many wise persons may not agree with me. I don't think it often is allowed us to play special Providence to other people. Since Kara's accident more than ever have you been trying to accomplish this for her. You have been wearing yourself out and Kara feels this and cannot enjoy it.
If you don't mind, suppose we start back to camp." Tory made no other reply. After a little she and Memory Frean were walking along the path that led in the direction of Beechwood Forest. Tory was no more fond of criticism than most persons, and less accustomed to it. Her mother had died when she was a small girl, and her father had been her devoted friend and admirer, rarely her judge.
Richard Fenton, at first not liking each other, had become devoted comrades. Save for his interest and aid the summer camp, now surrounding her like a quiet guard, would never have been a possibility. Growing a little restless, Tory changed her position. Would it not have been better had she gone on the errand to Miss Frean and asked Edith to watch beside Kara.
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