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An' mebbe one o' you'd stir up a sunshine cake. You must know how to make your mother's sunshine cake?" There was another silence in the cellar when Calliope had done, and for a minute I wondered if, after all, she had not failed, and if the bleeding of the three hearts might be so stanched. It was not self-reliant Libbie Liberty who spoke first; it was gentle Miss Lucy.
"Every one is waiting for you," announced Betty, pulling her gently by the sleeve. "Come on, Libbie, we're all going. We've seen the whole house." Libbie followed in a sort of daze, and when they rejoined the others she seemed to be still in a brown study. "For goodness sake," prodded Bobby impatiently, "what were you doing back there? We nearly went off and left you.
Libbie knew that she was to sleep with the elder girl in the front bedroom, but, as you may fancy, it seemed a liberty even to go upstairs to take off her things, when no one was at home to marshal the way up the ladder-like steps. For Libbie was very plain, as she had known so long that the consciousness of it had ceased to mortify her.
Hall's exhilaration of feeling, and had a smile or nod in return. At last she plumped down by Libbie, and exclaimed, "I never was in a coach but once afore, and that was when I was a-going to be married. It's like heaven; and all done over with such beautiful gimp, too!" continued she, admiring the lining of the vehicle. Jupiter did not enjoy it so much.
"Now you're to remain here for five minutes, and then go down to the study hall. Five minutes, remember." They departed majestically, and the girls were left to spend their five minutes in discussion of the visit. "I don't see why I have to belong," grumbled Libbie. "It will do you good," said Bobby severely.
Whatten ails him?" asked Libbie. "Summat's amiss wi' his backbone, folks say; he's better and worse, like. He's a nice little chap enough, and his mother's not that bad either; only my mother and her had words, so now we don't speak." Libbie went on watching, and when she next spoke, to ask who and what his mother was, Anne Dixon was fast asleep.
She fairly dragged the plump girl, Libbie, away from the proximity of the chair in question and then began to scramble into her riding dress. The clatter of hoofs was audible on the drive as she fixed the plain gold pin in her smart stock. "Of course," Betty said with a sigh, "one can't wear a locket, with or without a chain, when one is riding. That dear locket Uncle Dick gave me!
I'll turn it in, and then I'll have to hurry back to the office; they'll think I've been run over for sure." He went off, promising again to see them on Saturday, and the girls, feeling too upset to settle down to the quietness of a motion picture house, went out to walk up and down in the sunshine of Pennsylvania Avenue until it was time to meet Mr. Littell and Libbie and Esther.
This suggestion sounded like good, common-sense to Bob, and he said so. "Betty could walk ten miles and be all right," he declared proudly, "and I think Bobby is good for a hike, too. But Frances Martin can't see when the rain gets on her glasses, and, as you say, something is the matter with Libbie. So let's make for the cabin, quick."
Libbie looked rebellious, but she made no verbal protest, and when they were once more in dry clothes Bobby marched her cousin to the immaculate infirmary. She returned alone, saying that the nurse had detained Libbie for observation over night. "She thinks she's getting a heavy cold, but it may be more serious," Bobby reported. "Well, anyway, I've done my duty.
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