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Ferraud, if you wish; but I advise you to remain with us. It will be something to tell in your old age." Cathewe glanced across to Fitzgerald, as if to ask: "Do you know anything about this?" Fitzgerald, catching the sense of this mute inquiry, nodded affirmatively. "Corsica is a beautiful place," said Hildegarde. "I spent a spring in Ajaccio."
The hay rustled pleasantly as she nestled down in it, and made a little penthouse over her head, to keep off the keen, hot sun-arrows. There was a great oak-tree too, which partly shaded this favored haycock, and on one of its branches a squirrel came running out, and then sat up and looked at Hildegarde with bright, inquisitive eyes. A maiden, all brown and gold, on a golden haycock!
He'll punch my head, and kill me dead, Before I have time to say 'Bow-wow." And the five young people went off laughing to the tennis-court. "'THAR! said the Deacon. 'Naow she'll dew!" Hildegarde spoke in a tone of satisfaction, as she looked about her room.
Pink was to be sent to a New York hospital, the very best hospital that could be found; and Hildegarde hoped she thought she felt almost sure that the trouble could be greatly helped, if not cured altogether.
Beyond that, there was nothing to do but wait, and hope that Hargreaves could keep Orgzild's bombers away from Gongonk Island and Kankad's Town and that Hildegarde Hernandez had been playing fair with her public.
"You promised not to call me Miss Graham again, Pink," said Hildegarde, reproachfully. "It is absurd, and I won't have it." "Well, Hilda, then," said Pink, shyly. "I wish you had known Faith, Hilda; you would have loved her very much, I know." "I am sure I should," said Hilda, warmly. "Tell me more about her. Why did she want to teach when she was so happy at home?"
The girls laughed heartily at Bell's adventures, and Hildegarde declared that she should never fear a college girl again, as it was evident that they were girls of like passions, getting into scrapes like their sisters. While talking, the girls had been busily plaiting garlands of oak leaves, and now they proceeded to crown each other, and hang long wreaths on neck and arm.
Hildegarde knew herself, without a word from any one, that she could not go; but as she ran about the house to wait on them, she heard her mother and father talking. "It is not for the pain in my face that I grieve," said the good mother; "but for the disappointment of our little maid."
"Oh, please," cried Hildegarde, "I like to I wish I were " She stammered, and felt herself blushing in the furious way that makes a girl the most helpless creature in the world. She would have given her hand, she thought, to keep back the tide that surged up over throat and cheek and brow. "When there is nothing earthly to blush about, ninny!" she almost cried aloud. But Bell came to the rescue.
"The bottom seems to be shoal all about here. And if you and Miss Everton will sit a little forward, Hilda, you will be more comfortable; I fear I cannot help dripping like hoary Nereus all over the stern here." He had never called her by her name before. Hildegarde reflected that for once she could not blush, being already a Tyrian purple.
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