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"I meant to wash our dog when I got back!" laughed Ingred. "He'll have to look dirty on Sunday, now." "And I meant to do a hundred things; but what's the use of talking about them now?" groaned Verity. "Here's our farm, and that appears to be the river over there. Didn't that girl say: 'Keep along to the left'? Perhaps we'd better ask again."
The audience had hardly recovered from its astonishment when it was thrilled again by the entrance of an ancient and elderly peasant man, so disguised that it was almost impossible to recognize Ingred. A water-proof with a broad leather belt served as coat, and, being padded inside with a pillow, gave the effect of bent and bowed shoulders. Some tow, supplied by Mrs.
Was Bess to supplant her in everything? "Perhaps you'd like to make her warden instead of me!" she remarked bitterly to Belle Charlton, who stood near. "I'm perfectly willing to resign if you're tired of me!" Belle only giggled and poked Joanna Powers, who said: "Don't be nasty, Ingred! Bess is a sport, and we most of us like her." "I can't see the attraction myself!" snapped Ingred.
They had been working upwards through the house, and finally Bess led the way to the top landing of all. She paused for a moment before the door of an attic room. "I expect you'll know this place!" she remarked shyly, ushering in her guest. Ingred looked round in amazement. It was a little sanctum which she and Quenrede had shared in the old days as a kind of studio.
"'The Royal-Road-to-Learning Typewriter: spells of itself. It would sell by the million, I should think." Ingred washed her hands, plaited her hair, and put on her best brooch and her new bangle to attend the first meeting of the School Parliament.
"It's too bad that just when I'm old enough all the jolly things are closed to women!" she groused. "If Mother had only let me leave school a year ago, I'd at least have had three months' fun. Life's going to be very slow now. There's nothing sporty to do at all!" Ingred, the youngest but one, and fifteen on her last birthday, was the only dark member of the fair Saxon family.
When the question of the walking tour was broached, Bess, owing to home engagements, had at first reluctantly refused, then had managed to rearrange her holidays and had joined the party after all. To Ingred her presence utterly marred the enjoyment. It was extremely unreasonable of Ingred, for Bess was most unassuming and really very long-suffering.
Mistresses here and there were ushering them to their places, the Kindergarten children to the front seats, Juniors to the middle, and Seniors to the rear. Ingred and Nora, motioned by Miss Giles to a bench about three-quarters down the room, took their seats and talked quietly with their nearest neighbors.
She could not understand why her kindly-meant advances should always be so systematically repulsed. Ingred, on her part, stalked off with the mean feeling of one who at bottom knows she is in the wrong, but won't acknowledge it even to herself. Under the sub-current of indignation she realized that she would have liked Bess immensely if only the latter had not taken up her residence at Rotherwood.
The conservatory was all hung with lanterns. There; I'm dead tired and I want to go to sleep. Good-night, dear!" "But you've 'come out!" said Ingred with satisfaction as she subsided under her eiderdown. "Oh yes, I'm most decidedly 'out," murmured Quenrede. The Peep-hole The Foursome League met in Dormitory 2 after the holidays with much clattering of tongues.
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