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I've always wanted to, but I never knew any one who could do the responses. I'll be Edith and you can be Mary." Mrs. Eldred came in as Hannah flung the lid of the trunk back. Frieda's fun died away as she reached into a little pocket and took out a letter. "It's for you, Tante Edith," she said, holding it as though she loved it.
On the way across the ocean she had wondered more than once what effect Frieda's decidedly young and aggressive nature would have on Hannah, whom she knew to be easily affected by her companions. "Catherine will have her hands full, keeping them soothed," she thought now, and was glad when the carriage stopped before the familiar house with the mail-box between the posts, and Karl helped her out.
The remainder of the journey, the sale of the canoe to the boatman by the river-front, and the ride to New York, were accomplished without accident or delay, and the girl finally found herself in the great city the place of her dreams! Perhaps it was Frieda's good fairy, or perhaps it was the answer to Marjorie's prayers, that brought the strange girl to the attention of the Traveler's Aid agent.
Frieda looked pleased, but she only said sedately: "We were children when you were in Berlin, Hannah. Now it is proper for us to act like grown-ups." "You were awfully grown-up in that pillow fight last night!" Instantly the mask of primness vanished from Frieda's face, and roguish twinkles showed themselves. "Don't let me ever catch you turning prig, Frieda Lange," advised Hannah.
By that time they shall be so red and bursting that Frieda's, on wash day, will look anemic by comparison. Say, Norah, how red are German red cheeks, anyway?" So Spring danced away, and Summer sauntered in. My pillows looked less and less tempting. The wine of the northern air imparted a cocky assurance.
She really doubted Frieda's ability to appreciate what was being done for her, and though she could not exactly explain why, she felt positive that the girl would betray the troop's confidence, and make them wish that they had never considered the undertaking. A dull, dreary rain on Saturday morning seemed to presage failure for the girls' plans at the very start.
Polly sprang up with a soft little "O!" Catherine, looking up, smiled a welcome, but Polly went forward and taking Frieda's hands in both of hers, said eagerly: "We've been waiting and waiting for you, Frieda." Dot was introduced, but her usual self-possession promptly deserted her.
Frieda's mother has never let her read a love story, you know, and this man has the same idea! He talked to me, the stiffest conversation lessons you ever heard. It was like the dialogues in Ruskin. I wonder what he would think if he should hear Karl and me sometimes. We jabber it all the time, he and Mamma and I. Dad won't let us when he's around, so we talk English then, and that instructs Karl.
With big shears they cut great stalks of everything the garden contained, and, piling Frieda's arms with blossoms, while she uttered protests and exclamations of delight, they escorted her to the gate. There, in spite of her boasted emancipation from childhood, she dropped a courtesy and left them, crying "Ade!" as long as they could see her. At the supper table at Three Gables, Dr.
I assured her that, while there might be some little difficulty at first, you would probably come out better friends than ever. There! I think we have quite enough berries. If you will just take them in to Evangeline, I'll see about Frieda's flowers. You'll find a pitcher of shrub on the ice, and goblets on the tray all ready to bring out.
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