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I can fit it in before the choir practice, I dare say." "Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Ingred. "We can come straight on from school." It was delightful to have caught Dr. Linton in such an amiable mood. Ingred hastened to tell the good news to Bess, and also to beg the necessary permission from Miss Burd.
"It's so terrible to be poor!" sighed Quenrede, thinking of the old, happy pre-war days at Rotherwood, when everything came so easily, and there were no struggles to make ends meet. She talked the matter over afterwards with Ingred. "If I could only help somehow!" she mourned. "I've often thought I might go out and earn something, but Mother's not strong, and I really do a great deal in the house.
They frankly welcomed the new-comer, and if they did not, as Ingred had bitterly prognosticated, exactly "truckle" to her, they certainly began to treat her as a favorite. She was asked at once to join the Photographic Society and the Drawing Club, and her very superior camera, beautiful color-box, and other up-to-date equipments were immensely admired.
I met her the very day after we were in the Abbey together she was walking with some idiot of an airman and she stared straight in my face and cut me. I've done with girls! They're all of them alike!" and the gloomy young misanthrope picked up the spanner and began energetically tightening nuts on the motorcycle. Ingred shook a sympathetic head.
I'd give worlds to know more about her!" "Aren't you coming, Ingred?" called Verity from the doorway. "Miss Strong says we ought to be getting on now." Ingred brought her thoughts back with an effort to the twentieth century, and joined the waiting party outside.
They found Ingred already at work on her task of unpacking, putting clothes away in drawers, and spreading the shelf that served as a dressing-table with an assortment of photos, books, and toilet requisites.
It was very foolish of me, but I thought somehow you'd understand. Of course you didn't! How could you? It was idiotic of me to expect it. The 'Ingred' on the wall was simply the friend of my fancy." "And the real one was just hateful to you!" said Ingred sorrowfully. "I know I was a perfect beast! I was ashamed of myself all the time, only I wouldn't confess it.
Will you go to sleep!" warned Ingred emphatically. The Whispering Stones
"Don't forget to paint your face!" "I shan't show anyone my costume beforehand," chuckled Ingred. "I really don't believe anyone will know me! What luck if I won a prize for the best disguise!" "Bet you anything you like you don't!" murmured Hereward. "Why shouldn't I?" "Because there may be others even better!" "Well, of course, that's for Miss Burd to judge!
"In the peep-hole!" exploded Ingred. "I could see right down into the church, and I watched you come in! I've been saving this up!" Egbert drew a long breath. "If I'd only known before!" he said slowly. "Ingred, stop laughing! You don't understand. Look here, will you go and tell Dad that you saw me there, and the exact day and time when it happened. You can remember that?"
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