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"Isn't it exciting?" she cried. "I do hope the light will come, so that we shall be able to see it. I hope I shan't feel frightened when the time comes, but I don't think I shall with you, Marj. You don't seem to be afraid of anything." "Except Uncle George," amended Marjory. "Yes; and I can't think why.
She and Marjorie had each received square, khaki-colored envelopes, with the well-known fleur-de-lis on the flap. They were from the Boy Scouts. "A dance!" cried Marjorie, jumping up in glee, and dropping her crochet upon the floor. "In honor of the hockey team!" "Isn't it great, Marj? Who's inviting you?" "David Conner! Who's your partner?" "Dick!" "Of course he is! I needn't have asked."
"I heard you the first time." "If I got to go it alone to-night, Marj, it'll be the wettest Christmas I ever spent, it will. I'll pickle this Christmas Eve like it was never pickled before, I will." "Aren't you no man at all, threatening like that? Just no man at all?" "I tell you if I got to go it alone to-night, I won't be. I'm crazy enough to tear things wide open."
When they reached their own room, Marjorie threw herself upon the bed with a sob. Lily sat down beside her and put her arm around her neck. "Marj, please don't take it so hard," she begged. "It won't do any good." "Of course it won't," Marjorie replied, brokenly. "But I cared so much about her liking us." "Well, she may, yet. Maybe she was frightened and homesick.
"Nothing; only I hoped that maybe it had something to do with Scouts." "With Scouts?" "Well with Frieda, then!" This explanation was given rather grudgingly, and with a greater degree of impatience than she was wont to use with Lily. "Didn't you tell me you hoped she'd come to the Japanese fête, Marj?" pursued the other. "Yes; and she did come!" "But I didn't see her!"
He reached for her hand. "You mad, Marj? I didn't mean to get you sore." "N-no, Blink." "You beauty, you." "'Sh-h-h!" "Gad! but I like you. Sit down, Marj, I got a new proposition to put to you. I can talk big money, girl." "Don't Blink." "Sit down, girl. Harry don't stand for no stage stuff in here no more." "I got a new proposition, girl. One that'll make Checkers look like thirty cents.
Marjorie complied with her request as far as her physical presence was concerned. But her eyes wandered from one place to another over the room, reviewing the effect, and her mind was drifting from what Ruth was saying. But the latter hardly noticed her preoccupation, so intent was she upon her own interests. "Listen, Marj!" She reduced her voice to an intimate tone.
"Nothing but rehearsals!" yawned Ruth. "Don't you wish the operetta were over?" "Yes and no," replied Marjorie, thinking of Frieda's promise. "I don't mind rehearsing much. But, then, I haven't a big part." "No; neither you nor I can sing wonderfully, can we? But didn't it make you feel the least bit badly, Marj, after being heroine last year, to have to take a back seat this time?"
When they reached their own room Lily sank down into a chair, exhausted from the excitement. "Marj, what ever made you nominate me?" she cried. "I'm not the stuff presidents are made of like you and Doris!" "Oh, but you are or you wouldn't have gotten it!" "I got it because they didn't put anybody good against me!
Y'oughtta seen, Marj, real hair on it." "That was fine, Blink. Fine!" "Where you going? Aw, come, Marj. For the love of Mike, you're not going." "Yes, yes. I got to go. This is Twenty-second Street, my corner. That's where I room; that fourth house to the right. That dark one. I got to go." "Where?" "Where do you s'pose? Home." "What's doin' there?" "N-nothing."
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