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They tried eagerly, pressing here, pushing there, but for some time in vain. At length, as Hildegarde's strong fingers pressed hard on one spot of moulding, she felt it quiver. There was a faint sound, like a murmur of protest; then slowly, unwillingly, the panel moved, obedient to the insistent fingers, and slid aside, revealing a square opening into the blackness of darkness.
So he picked the apples within his reach, and reflected on the feminine character. Presently a small and shaken voice said from under the handkerchief, "I am so sorry you got wet, Captain Roger!" "Got wet?" said Roger, vaguely. He was generally more or less wet, being an amphibious creature, and did not for the moment grasp Hildegarde's meaning.
Hildegarde's little ears would surely have burned if she could have heard the good lady. As for Roger, he listened with great complacency. "Yes!" he said. "She is sympathetic, and unselfish, remarkably so, it seems to me; and and she takes an interest in things, I mean real things, such, as girls usually care nothing about." "Perigees, for example," said his sister-in-law.
"Did you ever!" commented Mrs. Monroe. "Anyway, nobody got up from the table, and all they had for it was Hildegarde's word, and she wasn't sure it was Annie. Grandma Lowney was asleep they'd gotten her to lie down; she took more care of Joe than any one else, you know, and she sat up both nights. Clara Baxter says she looks awful; she doesn't believe she'll get over it."
THEY bid on books writ in the learned tongues! they can scarce read their own." But Hildegarde's faith was in no wise shaken. Bright and early she was on her way up the Neckar road, as joyous as a bird.
Merryweather had confided to him the other day that he drew the line at going out in the evening, and would not exchange his own fireside for the King of Dahomey's. He thought it probable that the excellent Miles was at this moment sitting with pipe and newspaper on the back veranda of his house; and if it had not been Hildegarde's birthday, the Colonel might have wished himself beside him.
Melanie Lipinska, in her "Histoire des Femmes Médecins," a thesis presented for the doctorate in medicine at the University of Paris in 1900, subsequently awarded a special prize by the French Academy, reviews Hildegarde's work critically from the medical standpoint.
"Your Highness," said I, putting the rose back into my pocket, "did Gretchen ever tell you how she fought a duel for me because her life was less to her than mine?" The Princess Hildegarde's smile stiffened and her eyes closed for the briefest instant. "Ah, shall I ever forget that night!" said I. "I held her to my heart and kissed her on the lips. I was supremely happy.
Then the gnomes, seeing his grief, had come asking him if he would be changed for a year, and maybe for life, into a lion; and for Hildegarde's sake he had gladly consented. Hearing all these things, the grateful princess wept, and said, "Now I know that Prince Reginald is my own true friend." The prince led Hilda to the palace, and presented her to the king and queen.
"Is Bell your eldest sister?" asked Hildegarde, not sure how far it would be right to question this frank youth. "Yes, that's Bell. She's no end nice and jolly; and she's in college, you know, and we have such larks when she comes home." In college! Hildegarde's hopes fell. She knew she could not get on with college girls, though she had great respect for them. Dear me!
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