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Updated: May 22, 2025
"Who wants to go to grouchy old Towne's reception when you can go to a dance? I've got two bids to the Phi Pi's party," said a fourteen-year-old miss. "Oh, we'll have to go or she'll flunk us in Algebra," said another girl. "I'll wear my pink silk organdy. What'll you wear?" "My red silk. Maybe she'll let us dance. I suppose Charlie and Kent'll both want to take me."
They'll wait till the light's been out quite a while before they start in. You go ahead and git married at seven, jest as you was going to and if Kent'll have the team ready somewheres, I can easy sneak you out the back way." "I couldn't get the team out of town without giving the whole deal away," Kent objected. "You'll have to go horseback.".
Nobody resented this state of affairs more than old Lizzie. After Kent's third or fourth call, she said to Lydia, closing the door behind him, "Yes, Kent'll come out here and see you, but I notice he don't take you anywhere. If you had fine party clothes and lived on Lake Shore Avenue, he'd be bowing and scraping fast enough." Lydia tossed her head. "I don't care about going to parties."
"Look here, Lydia," exclaimed Charlie, "why don't you come up on the reservation for a camping trip, next summer, for a week or so?" "Costs too much," said Lydia. "Wouldn't either. I can get tents and it wouldn't cost you anything but your share of the food. Kent'll go and maybe one of the teachers would chaperone." Lydia's eyes kindled. "Gee, Charlie, perhaps it could be fixed!
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