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Updated: June 29, 2025
But it was only a day later that Teresa and Alanna returned from school with faces filled with expressions of utter woe. Indignant, protesting, tearful, they burst forth the instant they reached their mother's sympathetic presence with the bitter tale of the day's happenings. Marg'ret Hammond's father had come home again, it appeared, and he was awfully, awfully cross with Marg'ret and Joe.
"That's the way home," said Aladdin. Margaret looked wistfully down-stream, her eyes as misty as the fog. "If we had the boat we could go now," said Aladdin. Then he sat moody, evolving enterprise, and neither spoke for a long time. "Marg'ret," said Aladdin, at length, "help me find a big log near the water." "What you going to do, 'Laddin?" "You 'll see. Help look."
And only this morning I was thinking that I might have to write and tell Sister Rose that I couldn't be in the exhibition, after all!" "Well, there, now, you silly girl! You see how much good worrying does," said Mrs. Costello, but her own eyes were wet. "The worst of it was," said Marg'ret, red-cheeked, but brave, "that I didn't want any one to think my father wouldn't give it to me.
She turned her gaze from the room, where it had been seeking intelligence from the other nuns and the older girls, and looked back at the stage. Marg'ret Hammond had dropped her proud little head, and her eyes were hidden by the tangle of soft dark hair. Had Sister Rose needed further evidence, the shocked faces all about would have supplied it.
Alanna, because Marg'ret was so genuinely fond of her, lived in the seventh heaven of bliss, trotting about with the bigger girls, joining in their plans, and running their errands. The "grandchildren" were to have a play, entitled "By Nero's Command," in which both Teresa and Marg'ret sustained prominent parts, and even Alanna was allotted one line to speak.
Meantime, the rehearsals for Mother Superior's Golden Jubilee proceeded steadily, and Marg'ret, Teresa, and Alanna could talk of nothing else. The delightful irregularity of lessons, the enchanting confusion of rehearsals, the costumes, programme, and decorations were food for endless chatter.
Say, you look swell, Mark!" "What makes you want to drive this horrid cart, Ted?" protested Margaret. "What does Costello pay you?" "Pay me?" scowled her brother, gathering up the reins. "Oh, come out of it, Marg'ret! He doesn't pay me anything. Don't you make Mother stop me, either, will you?" he ended anxiously. "Of course I won't!" Margaret said impatiently.
He was enthusiastically imformed of the happy change of event. "Father," said Teresa, before fairly freed from his arms and his kiss, "Marg'ret's father said she could have her white dress, and Marg'ret came home with us after rehearsal, and we've been having such fun!" "And Marg'ret's father sent you a nice message, Frank," said his wife, significantly. "Well, that's fine.
His wife shook her head despondently, and for several days went about with a little worried look in her bright eyes, and a constant dread of the news that Marg'ret Hammond had dropped out of the exhibition.
They weren't to come to the Costellos' any more, or he'd whip them. And Marg'ret had been crying, and THEY had been crying, and Sister didn't know what was the matter, and they couldn't tell her, and the rehearsal was no FUN! While their feeling was still at its height, Dan and Jimmy came in, equally roused by their enforced estrangement from Joe Hammond. Mrs.
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