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Now promise once again that you will never repeat this." "We certainly will not," said Molly. Isabel nodded emphatically. "We don't tell secrets," she said. Then she added, "We had best go downstairs now, if you're quite tidy, Mags." During supper that night Mrs. Cardew, who found herself seated near her favorite rector, began to ply him with questions with regard to Aylmer House.
"Of course we don't," said Molly in a hearty tone. "Now, good-night, Mags." "But if you think, Maggie," said Isabel, "that you will succeed in that scheme of yours you will find yourself vastly mistaken." Maggie smiled gently, and the next moment she found herself alone. She went and stood by the open window.
"Space-Trails, and Other Worlds, and Wonder-Stories; mags like that. Most of it's standardized formula-stuff; what's known to the trade as space-operas. My best stuff goes to Astonishing. Parenthetically, you mustn't judge any of these magazines by their names.
"You are altogether taken up with Aneta." "Oh, and with school generally," said Cicely, "it is all so splendid. But come, we are alone in the room, and losing some of our delightful leisure hours." "Don't bother about accounts," said Kitty; "there's heaps of money left in the bag. Wasn't it scrumptious of old Mags to put a whole sovereign in? And I know she is not rich, the dear old precious!"
"I feel as if I'd been here for ever." "I am delighted to see you," said Molly. She kissed her friend rapturously. Maggie presented a cool, firm, round cheek. "Oh, how sweet you look, Mags!" "Don't talk nonsense, Molly; I'm not a bit sweet-looking." "To me," said Molly with fervor, "You're the loveliest girl in all the wide world."
The country was full of magpies not nearly so smart as our Warwickshire mags, brownish about the tail, and with less white; yet they could scarcely have been in bad plumage at that time of year. In a narrow pathway we stood aside to let a camel pass: since we had left the coast wayfarers had grown rare for the most part.
I shan't git skeered at no tin-horns, and as for papaw whistles, why, I say Jericho wouldn't a-tumbled for no sech music, and they won't fetch down no stars that air way." Here old Gottlieb Wehle, who had just joined the Millerites, came up. "Yonas, you mags shport of de Piple.
Just before leaving the house she looked in at Maggie. "I'm off, Mags. It's all right. I shall probably see you about tea-time." Before Maggie had time even to expostulate Aneta closed the door, and a minute or two later had stepped into the cab which Agnes had called for her. The cabman was desired to drive Miss Lysle to Lady Lysle's house in Eaton Square.
"Why, of course he would. I'll run round the minute lunch is over and get them," said Isabel. "You are a girl for planning things, Mags! It'll be quite glorious." "We might have tea in the hay-field too," continued Maggie. "I am sure Peterkins and Jackdaw will help us." "Capital! capital! and we'll get David" David was the gardener's boy "to pick lots of fruit for the occasion."
"Where's Molly?" was her remark, as the two girls, with their arms twined round each other, entered the wide, low hall which was one of the special features of the old rectory. "She has gone up to see the Cardews." "Who are the Cardews?" "Why, surely, Mags, you must have heard of them?"
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