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She caught glimpses occasionally of Egbert and Athelstane, the former apparently enjoying himself, the latter looking as solemn as if he were in church. "I know the poor boy's counting his steps and trying not to tread on anybody's toes!" thought Quenrede. "Ingred said his partners would have to pull him around somehow."
I wonder what the Dickens put it into his head?" But on that point none of the family could enlighten him, for only Ingred and Derry knew the secret, and Ingred was at school, while Derry, belonging to the dumb creation, expressed his opinions solely in barks.
There wasn't another rug for the kilt anyhow, and when other people have taken the best parts and the nicest costumes, you've just got to put up with anything you can find that's left." "You did it so well," Ingred assured her hastily, for Verity had gone very pink, and her voice sounded distinctly offended. "I thought the way you dropped on one knee and cried: 'My liege lord!
He greeted his sister with something between a sigh and a grunt, whistled monotonously for a moment or two, then burst into confidence. "Look here, Ingred; I can't stand this any longer. I wish I were back in the army! I've a jolly good mind to chuck everything up, and re-enlist!" "Is it as bad as all that?" asked Ingred. "Yes, I'm about fed up with life.
Six girls, waiting outside the door to hear the result of the negotiations, waved signals of success to others farther down the corridor, and, in an almost incredibly short space of time, the happy news had spread to the remotest corners of the school. "But how are we hostelites going to manage our share?" asked Ingred anxiously. "Don't you worry about that," Jess and Francie assured her.
Apparently there was nobody in this part of the garden, and no watchful face peered from any of the windows. It was certainly an opportunity that ought not to be missed. Ingred slipped first one foot and then the other over the wall, and dropped on to the rockery. It was the work of a minute to pick up the balls and throw them back to rejoicing friends.
The Inner on the other side was an equally fast runner, but Ingred easily evaded her opponent's continued efforts to get the ball for some time. "'Oh! has she lost the ball? 'No. Is she still flying on, the ball before her? 'Will she pass the rival back safely? were the questions which thronged my brain, nearly paralyzed with excitement.
"I'd like to puzzle them!" rejoiced Ingred. "Miss Burd said she should have a parade, and hinted something about a prize. They always give points to whoever has the best disguise. Masks are barred, but we may paint our faces. I think I shall be rather choice as a squaw!" "You ought to have me with you as your 'brave'!" chuckled Hereward.
I felt as if it wasn't half good enough," answered Bess, giving a nervous little shiver now that the ordeal was over. When Ingred returned to Wynch-on-the-Wold next Friday afternoon she found the family had some news for her. Old Mr. Haselford had been to Mr. Saxon's office, and had confided to him a scheme that lay very near to his heart.
"I call her ripping!" said Ingred with enthusiasm. "Well, you ought to take an interest in her, Ingred, considering that she lives at Rotherwood," put in Beatrice. "At Rotherwood!" "Yes, didn't you know that?" Ingred, under pretence of distributing exercise-books, turned hastily away. Her heart was in a sudden turmoil. This was indeed a bolt from the blue.
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