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Updated: May 16, 2025
His hands were very thin and white, his skin pale. Frieda, rosy, as thoughtless as a butterfly, charmingly clothed in a dress of blue linen, laughing, afraid of him because of his reputation, attracted his attention at once. She was like all the young, healthy, laughing girls he had ever known, delightful. He wished he were single again that he might fall into a jesting conversation with her.
Polly instantly fell forward into the mud, her skirt catching on all the barbs in the fence and rending itself horribly. Frieda, full of wild exclamations of pity and remorse, helped her up and wiped the thickest of the mud from her once piquant face. "It was the cow," she confessed. "I saw him coming from afar and I squealed. I did not know it would make you tumble, but I had to squeal.
"Well, if we can't do our Good Turn for Frieda Hammer, we can do one right here for the new girls, to keep them from being homesick. I, for one, intend to try." "I'm with you," agreed Lily, as she crawled into bed. But Ruth Henry's last waking thoughts were of a different nature: how she might best succeed in gaining the class presidency for herself.
Johnson, in the village, tells me she will board Frieda for the special rate of six dollars a week she's interested in her, too, and would like to help us so what would you all say to paying twelve dollars in advance for board, and spending the other fourteen on some clothing?" "Great! Splendid!" cried the girls. "But how about our Hallowe'en party!" pouted Ruth.
Wiegandt had fully intended to dance the next dance with Frau Heimert; but he dutifully abandoned the idea, and conducted Frieda into a secluded little plantation, where other couples wandered lovingly entwined like themselves. They chatted about the future, which now lay plain before them.
Eugene pricked up his ears at the mention of a daughter. During all the time he had been out of New York he had not, with the exception of Frieda, had a single opportunity to talk intimately with any girl. Angela had been with him all the time. Here in New York since he had been back he had been living under such distressing conditions that he had not thought of either youth or love.
And yet her features and something about her bearing were decidedly like Frieda. "Oh, Frieda Hammer would never get a job in a place like this," remarked Lily, discouragingly. "They only employ refined girls here!" Still not daunted, however, Marjorie half rose from her seat, but just at that moment the waitress in question disappeared with a tray of dishes.
Marjorie turned the paper over in which the bills were enclosed, and discovered some writing, which she proceeded to read aloud, while Ruth listened with increasing amazement: "From Frieda Hammer for canoe and carfare belonging to M. Wilkinson and Pansy troop Girl Scouts." "And postmarked New York!" repeated Marjorie, not knowing whether to be glad or sorry at its receipt.
Accustomed as she had always been to brisk remedial measures, and beyond those, to wordless pity and a deliberate ignoring of the evil, she was interested and touched by this demonstration. She had felt shy with Frieda from the first, wishing so earnestly to know her well and win her love that she could not be perfectly simple and natural with her.
Winifred had laden Max with a chafing-dish, all legs and handles, he declared, and with this at one end, Bess' little copper teakettle at the other, Dorcas' asters for centerpiece and Polly's red-shaded candles at accurate intervals between, the whole effect was "very festival," as Frieda said admiringly.
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