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I'll go wherever you like, only please don't ask me to select anything to go out to Glenwood I want to forget there is such a place as Glenwood School." "Why, Tavia!" exclaimed Dorothy. "You are surely going to send some remembrance to Mrs. Pangborn! Surely you would not forget the principal, even if you do overlook the teachers." "Not a thing," declared Tavia, shaking her bronze head decidedly.
Can you wait till we get through here? Then I will talk with you as long as you like." "Agreed. I am curious to hear of your adventures." Professor Robinson proposed to stay in Glenwood overnight, so that Walter had plenty of time to see his friend. "My sister is to have a party of friends this evening, and she commissions me to invite you." "But," hesitated Walter, "I have no dress suit here."
It would have been early for a party in the city, but Glenwood people were sensible, and, beginning early, were able to close in good season. The house was a handsome one, and the rooms, tastefully furnished, were blazing with light, and already half full.
Marian Lindsay was the woman I had asked to marry me, whose answer I must shortly go to receive. If that answer were "yes" I must accept the situation and banish all thought of Dorothy Armstrong's pretty face. Next evening at sunset I went to "Glenwood," the Lindsay place. Doubtless, an eager lover might have gone earlier, but an eager lover I certainly was not.
The girls in the wagon!" gasped Dorothy, and she pressed bravely on, followed by Tavia. Well might Dorothy exclaim in terror at the fate that seemed imminent for the girls left in the wagon the girls of Glenwood School her dearest chums.
If you have anything you value, that might get in the drag, take notice," and she left the room, to gather in the innocent victims of her plot. Dorothy laughed. She did love Tavia, and once more they were separating from the days and nights spent together at dear old Glenwood.
Rose heard her through, and then very kindly informed her that "she was a fool to care for such a rough-scuff." In a few days, preparations were commenced for moving Rose to Glenwood, and in the excitement of getting ready, she in a measure forgot the tallow candles and patchwork bedquilt, the thoughts of which had so much shocked her at first.
Thoroughly selfish as she was, Rose still loved her father dearly, and when she saw him thus moved, and knew that she was the cause, she repented of her hasty words, and laying her long white arm across his neck, asked forgiveness for what she had said. "I will go to Glenwood," said she; "but must I stay there long?"
The water was as smooth as glass, and in the sunshine that every moment became more insistant, Dorothy, in her linen dress, paddled away with all the skill she had acquired in dear old Glenwood School lake. She had discarded the nurse's cap, and the coat, and as her own suit was beneath the linen, she was only waiting for an opportunity to discard the skirt. "It pulls," she thought.
"I could tell from Aunt Melissy's looks and voice that it was not a good time to tell it just as it was. I said I had done all I could to save Minty Glenwood from sorrow, but I had been bruised and scratched in the attempt, and she could see herself that I was bleeding in as many as fifty places and could hardly walk.
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