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"There seems to be a Martin and a Gordon for every class," she remarked, and Elizabeth's heart leaped. Perhaps this was a hint that instead of two Gordons in the Third class there would be one in the Junior Fourth. "Charles Stuart MacAllister" was the next name. Miss Hillary smiled again. "Are you the Pretender?" she asked, and the Senior Fourth all laughed at Charles Stuart's expense.
Bartley looked at his resentful back. He saw that he was hurt, and he surmised that Kinney suspected him of making fun of his eccentricities to Mrs. Macallister. He had laughed at Kinney, and tried to amuse her with him; but he could not have made this appear as harmless as it was.
When everything was fairly settled down for a day in the woods, a two seated carriage drove in, and in this were President of the Town Council, Franklin MacAllister; the Treasurer of Dalton, Major Dale, Squire Travers and Ralph Willoby.
"Oh, just splendid that is, they were when I was home last. I don't go every Friday, you know. When did you come? Am I to go home with you?" "We just got here on the noon train," her brother explained, "and we swarmed up to Annie's and she gave us the dinner of our lives." "Say, it didn't taste much like boarding-house hash, did it?" cried Mr. MacAllister fervently.
"What you do: she was miserable about his coquetting with that woman." "Yes. I could see that she hated terribly to have her come; and that she felt put down by her all the time. What kind of person is Mrs. Macallister?" "Oh, a fool," replied Halleck. "All flirts are fools." "I think she's more wicked than foolish."
And when old Aunt Christina MacAllister heard of it she was the one brought me round when I nearly died of pneumonia you know she was a wonder no doctor was a patch on her they don't hatch her breed of cats nowadays, let me tell you she said she could have saved him with her grandmother's remedy if she'd been there. She told Mrs. Wiley what it was and I've never forgot it.
Blossoms brushed the faces of our friends as the picnic wagons rumbled on and many a wreath of "laurel" was pressed to the brow of fair graduates as the maple leaves in the hands of willing weavers, were made into crowns for the "grads." A secret was plainly lurking in the eyes of Alice MacAllister.
"Oh, some people that Witherby met in Portland at Willett's, who used to have the logging-camp out here." "That Montreal woman!" cried Marcia, with fatal divination. Bartley laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Macallister and her husband. She's a regular case. She'll amuse you." Marcia's passionate eyes blazed. "She shall never come to my picnic in the world!" "No?" Bartley looked at her in a certain way.
If her father undertook to give Dalton school a treat it would surely be something worth while, Alice was sure, and so, with that bright prospect uppermost in her mind, she led her father into the school room. It took but a short time for Mr. MacAllister to explain everything satisfactorily to Miss Ellis and her pupils.
"Perhaps she was hurt," whispered Dorothy to Alice MacAllister, a girl who had always been a close friend. "I don't think so," said Alice, "Even had she fallen there was nothing she could strike on, and I have often jumped when I could not go one bit higher." "She may have fallen on the rubbish heap," suggested one of the older girls. At last school was dismissed.
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