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Whereupon everybody laughed, and Nita hugged Roberta and assured her that there was no way out of it. "Somebody go and get Janet's costume," she ordered, "and any one who has a spare minute can be fitting it over. We shall have to have an extra rehearsal to-morrow of the parts where Ermengarde comes in. Go on now, Sara. Use Lucile's muff for the monkey."
And, now, does it pay?" "Yes, it pays. Of course it pays. Who can doubt it?" Lucile's eyes twinkled amusedly. "Why do you smile?" Frona asked. "Look at me, Frona." Lucile stood up and her face blazed. "I am twenty-four. Not altogether a fright; not altogether a dunce. I have a heart. I have good red blood and warm. And I have loved. I do not remember the pay. I know only that I have paid."
It was something near starvation. When Mini was eight years old his mother sent him one day to beg food from Madame Leclaire, whose servant she had been long ago. "It's Lucile's Mini," said Madame, taking him to the door of the cosey sitting-room, where Monsieur sat at solitaire. "Mon Dieu, did one ever see such a child!" cried the retired notary.
And I shall be in another if I don't set to work this very minute," ended Betty, reaching for her Stout's Psychology. Lucile Merrifield, Betty's stately sophomore cousin, and Polly Eastman, Lucile's roommate and dearest friend, sat on Madeline Ayres's bed and munched Madeline's sweet chocolate complacently. "Wish I had cousins in Paris that would send me 'eats' as good as this," sighed Polly.
At that instant Lucile's keen ears caught the groan of oarlocks. "But I hear oars," she whispered hoarsely. "They've come for him. Someone has carried him away. I heard him try to cry for help. We must stop them if we can find a way." Catching up their rifles they crept stealthily from their tents. Nothing was to be seen save the camp and the forest.
These were fastened with padlock and chain. An examination of the locks showed that keys had not been used in them for months. Lucile's eyes were caught by poles and some platforms to the right, along the rocky shore. She walked in that direction. "Marian, come here!" she cried presently. Marian came running. "Look! Here's a whole native village! They've built their homes out of rocks. See!
Lucile laughed, as she attempted to struggle from the bean-pod-like bed, after they had slept for some time. Their first glance at the break in the floe told them it had widened rather than narrowed. A look skyward showed them that the fog too had thickened. Lucile's brow wrinkled; her eyes were downcast. "Cheer up!" said Marian. "You can never tell what will happen.
Feathers of a wild duck and the heads of three good-sized fishes showed that he had fared well. "We'll meet him again somewhere, I am sure," said Lucile with conviction, "and until we do, I shall carry his little present as a sort of talisman." The weeks passed all too quickly. One day, with many regrets, they packed their camp-kit in the motorboat and went pop-popping to Lucile's home.
It's like tunneling into the side of the mountain. Must be homes for a hundred people!" "And not a soul here! How strange!" "Not even a dog!" Lucile's own voice sounded strangely hollow to her, as if echoed by the walls of a tomb.
If it had not been for the memory of Lucile's reproaches, she would have given it up. It must have been the thought of Aunt Virginia that kept the call from being the pleasure she had expected. Lucile was very glad to see her, and took her over the large, showy house, which seemed exactly suited to the large blond woman with a complexion of pinkish lavender, whom she introduced as her mother. Mrs.
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