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Her voice trembled so that she could hardly speak. "Yes she's in the office, waiting for her pay envelope," replied one of the girls. "Turn to the left once you're inside." Marjorie needed no second invitation; in a second she had pushed open the half-closed door. She stood face to face with Frieda Hammer! "Frieda!" she cried, rushing to her, and throwing her arms about her neck.
But only the Scouts themselves knew the details: that, after five weeks' board had been paid in advance, Frieda had been given fifteen dollars, which she was to use for her ticket home on Thanksgiving. This idea had been Marjorie's; she wanted by some such outward sign to testify to the girl that the Scouts trusted her.
"She fairly worshiped Lilian Burton's door-sill when I was there." "Crushes are going out of fashion at Dexter," said Catherine emphatically. "And one of the reasons I thought it would be good for Hilda to room with Frieda was that Frieda has too much sense to indulge in them, and she will keep Hilda suppressed."
Hannah may take advantage of your not understanding perfectly, but who taught her that that sort of thing was funny? Who told her the brass plate over the barber's door meant that cakes were for sale there, so that she almost went in to buy one?" Frieda chuckled. "It was not long I could fool her. She soon learned too much. Besides, my mother would not let me."
"Mamma can comfort her," she thought to herself, as she emptied the pitcher which Sarah had filled a few minutes before, and refilled it with water a shade cooler. "I'll leave them alone a few minutes and go down and see about the coffee. I know she will like those little currant cakes of Sarah's." Frieda, however, seemed little inclined to ask consolation from Mrs. Eldred.
A tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour, and now was bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold. "Oh, dearest Margaret, I do hope she won't be overtired." "Oh, I do wonder I do wonder whether she's taken the house." "I hope she hasn't been hasty." "So do I oh, so do I." "Will it be as beautiful as Wickham Place?" Frieda asked. "I should think it would. Trust Mr.
For as she turned, Frieda stepped on her train, and with shrieks both fell to the floor, splitting their hundred-year-old seams. Miss Lyndesay helped them up, laughing at their rueful faces, and kissing away the tears that would come at the sight of the havoc they had wrought. "Cheer up, dear hearts! It was purest accident. And Millicent's pretty gowns have served their purposes long ago.
"Sure, and I have that," Mrs. McMahon agreed, expansively; "and so have Frieda and Sadie in a smaller way, of course." Mrs. Carrington unbent so far as to ejaculate, "Indeed!" the while she surveyed the speaker through a lorgnette; and Mrs. Morton added an unenthusiastic, "Really!"
I'll wear yours back to the dormitory, and then I'll put on another dress and give this back to you again." Frieda could hardly believe her ears when she saw Marjorie actually take off her sweater and start to unfasten her dress. Then she clapped her hands with delight; she was not so uncivilized as to lack the feminine characteristic of love of pretty clothing.
As she did so, she saw a queer little look of annoyance cross Frieda's face, and she put out her arm and drew Frieda close, too. "I'd like nothing better than to be with both of you for days and days. Think how I shall miss my little roommate! But I must stay in town a day or two to do some necessary shopping.
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