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Ingred was joined in the tram-car by Hereward, who attended the King George's School, and made the journey daily. "Getting quite used to it now!" he assured his sister airily. "I had a terrific run yesterday for the train, but I caught it! There's another fellow in our form living up here, so we generally go together Scampton, that chap in the cricket cap standing by the door. He's A1.
"If I could just dance with our own boys!" she sighed. "I'd pity you if you did!" declared Ingred, pausing in an effort to make Athelstane's steps more worthy of a ball-room. "Why, half the fun will be your different partners. I only wish I'd your chance and was 'coming out' too!" "I'm sure you're welcome to go instead of me," proclaimed Quenrede petulantly.
Bess never knew how she would be received, for sometimes her mother would seem unable to bear her presence, and at other times would unreasonably chide her for neglect. It began to dawn on Ingred how very lonely her friend must be.
He may just as well have them." There was a huskiness in the old gentleman's voice, but he coughed it away. "I don't know how to thank you!" stammered Ingred. "I don't want any thanks. It's only a neighborly act. Take your dog home, and say nothing about all this. I'll write to your brother. I wonder I never thought about it before!" Mr.
After a long game at hide-and-seek they at last managed to dance along side them, and laying violent hands upon them, to drag them into the light of a lantern. As Ingred gazed for a moment in perplexity, the Early Victorian lady gave a most un-Early Victorian wink inside the poke bonnet. "Hereward! How dare you!" gasped his sister.
"I don't want them, thanks," said Ingred hurriedly. "I don't indeed. I've had enough. Pass them on to somebody else, please!" "Well, if you really don't want them, they won't go a-begging, I dare say!" Ingred felt as if the grapes would choke her. She could not touch one of them.
"Only a school party!" That seemed to Ingred the absolute limit. Quenrede last term had, in her turn, shivered and trembled when she had been obliged to mount the platform! Could a few short months have indeed effected so magnificent a change of front? "All the same, it's I who've got to play, not she!
It was a question of which could reach the railings first, they or the dangerous brute whose huge hoofs thundered behind them. Ingred, who was the taller and the stronger of the two, seized Bess by the hand and literally dragged her along. Together they tumbled over the fence somehow and rolled down the bank into the safe shelter of some gorse bushes.
Well, when I got back, somebody had been into Dad's room during his absence, and a small sum of money was missing. He taxed me with taking it!" "You! But why you?" exclaimed Ingred indignantly. "Because I was the only person who had access to his private room.
Bring out that forte passage properly! Remember there's a pedal on the piano!" It was like having a lesson in public. Ingred felt too scared to begin, and yet she was too much afraid of her master to refuse, so the bigger fright prevailed, and as a cat will swim to escape an enemy she dashed at the "Nocturne." Once restarted, it went magnificently: afterwards, she always declared that Dr.
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