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"And remember to speak to God about it, too," murmured drowsy Peace, stumbling upstairs in front of the weary mother-sister. "This is Saturday morning, Gail, and Mrs. Grinnell says I can go to Martindale with her if you will let me," said Peace, a few days after their midnight conference.
"If I know Gail, she'll look like a Christmas tree. But don't let that weigh on your mind, dear child. Nobody could look better than you do, if Viola and I did combine two of your frocks into one. Could they, Viola?" The colored girl, who had been doing the masses of Joy's bronze hair while her mistress, kneeling by the dressing-table, put the finishing touches to some frock-draperies, giggled.
At length the grief-stricken company repaired to the house for their belated breakfast, while the tramp, touched to the quick by the pathos of the scene he had just witnessed, made his way across the fields and through the woods, leaving only a crumpled ten-dollar bill among the grain sacks to tell of his visit. "Gail!" "Yes, dear."
"Oh, how splendid to have it all a secret from you two!" cried Hope. "But who will help us?" "We shall ask Frances Sherrar," announced Gail after a whispered consultation with her room-mate. "She knows all about such things." "Then let's us ask Mrs. Sherrar," suggested Cherry, anxious to have as good authority to back them in their plans. "That's a good idea," Hope conceded readily.
The door in the outer hall opened and closed. "Miss Hill, it wasn't fair!" exclaimed Bessy Bell, hotly. "It wasn't fair. Rose is no worse than the other girls. She's not as bad, for she isn't sly and deceitful. There were a dozen girls who lied when they went out. Helen lied. Ruth lied. Gail lied. But Rose told the truth so far as she went.
The Williams girl was beyond answering, but Lorna, despite her terror, had not lost her wits. "Yes there's a closet hid by a curtain here," she whispered, pointing. Lane half carried Gail. Lorna brushed aside a heavy curtain and opened a door. Lane pushed both girls into the black void and closed the door after them.
It spots meteors coming in from space, records their height and course and speed, and follows them down until they burn up in the air. From its record we can figure out the orbits they followed before Earth's gravity pulled them down." The girl reporter was Gail Haynes. She nodded, but she looked at Soames instead of the complex instrument.
He rode a certain distance and stopped where the highway made an especially dramatic turn and there was a turn-out for tourists to park in while they admired the view. He stopped there and deliberately read the news affecting war and peace and the children and therefore Gail. At the end he folded the newspaper painstakingly and with careful self-control tore it to bits.
I can't stay at home!" "Where is your green dress?" "Gail hasn't mended it yet." Faith saw her opportunity and immediately compromised. "Peace, if I mend your dress for you so you can go, will you sit perfectly still all the evening and never say a word until you are spoken to?" "Yes, oh, yes, I'll promise!"
She was on the verge of saying comfortingly: "Clarence is just trying to make me fall in love with him. He doesn't count a bit." But she stopped herself, remembering that Aunt Lucilla would never have said such an unwise thing, let alone Gail. "I must go now and see how your mother is, as soon as we are through," she told him instead. She found Mrs.
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