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I've been studying botany." "And so have I!" "You may think you know everything, Bess Haselford, but you don't know this." "I didn't say I knew everything; but I'm certain this is bugle all the same, and I stick to it!" Bess's usually sweet voice had an obstinate note in it for once. She seemed determined to defend her botanical trenches. "Go it hammer and tongs!" laughed Kitty.
She was a jolly enough girl, but so fond of "ragging" that it was impossible to do anything but joke with her. Bess, on the contrary, was a real confidante who could be trusted with secrets. The two friends spent an idyllic Saturday together. Mr. Haselford motored over to Birkshaw to fetch his father, and took the girls with him in the car. Mr.
Haselford had shut herself up in her grief and refused all comfort, sometimes even to the extent of remaining for days upstairs, and neglecting the company of husband and child. Her attitude to Bess was often peculiar, it was almost as if she resented her daughter being left when her adored boys had been taken from her.
And Fil, who was sitting at the piano, twirled round on the stool and strummed "Beautiful K K Katie" with a lack of technique that probably would have brought her teacher's temper up to bubbling-over point had he been there to listen to her. It was exactly ten days after the term had begun that Bess Haselford came to the College.
She was not sure how her father and mother would view the idea, but rather to her surprise they both readily acquiesced. "We shall have to get your grandfather to come over and hear you," said Mr. Haselford. "Oh yes! And may I ask Ingred to stay with us for the week-end? You see, she can't come all the way from Wynch-on-the-Wold for Sunday recitals, and it's entirely owing to her that I'm playing.
There is no doubt that Ingred would have had the undivided post of favorite in her form had it not been for Bess Haselford. Not that Bess was in any way a self-constituted rival on the contrary she was rather shy and retiring, and made no particular bid for popularity. Perhaps that was one reason why the girls liked her.
During the occupation of Rotherwood by the "Red Cross," this room had been locked up, and Ingred had imagined that Mr. Haselford would have had it papered when the rest of the house was decorated. She was delighted to find it in this untouched condition. All her dear former treasures adorned the walls, and she ran from one to another rejoicing over them. There was even a further surprise.
I sang in Grovebury Abbey choir when I was a boy, and I've always had a tender spot in my heart for the old town." "And you're not going to forget it, are you, Grandfather?" said Bess pointedly. "Well, well, we shall see," he evaded, stroking her brown hair. Even poor delicate Mrs. Haselford made a supreme effort and went to church on Sunday evening.
I felt as if it wasn't half good enough," answered Bess, giving a nervous little shiver now that the ordeal was over. When Ingred returned to Wynch-on-the-Wold next Friday afternoon she found the family had some news for her. Old Mr. Haselford had been to Mr. Saxon's office, and had confided to him a scheme that lay very near to his heart.
"Of course I shall have to ask Dad first if I may have the car out on Saturday, but I don't expect he'll say no." "Oh, what sport! We'll come, you bet. Look here, I beg to propose that Bess Haselford writes the report of the match." "And I second it," declared Francie. "Hands up, girls! Bess shall be 'boss' for this show."
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