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"Oh, have you a class?" "Yes, a class of girls girls about fourteen. I thought I never could interest them. I don't know how to talk to little girls; but I am full of the lesson, and so are they, and the time is up before we know it." "I'm very glad. It will be good for you," said Marjorie, quite in Miss Prudence's manner.
Marjorie picked up two or three of the furry little balls, that were always under foot, and squeezed them. At luncheon they gave Mrs. Spencer such a glowing account of their "school" that Miss Hart was quite overcome by their praise. "It's all because they're such attentive pupils," she said modestly. "No, it isn't," said Mrs. Spencer.
"Yes, till September, when school begins." "So are we. Isn't it funny we live next door to each other?" "Awful funny," agreed Marjorie, pulling a very black potato out of the red-hot embers. "This is done," she went on, "and I'm going to eat it." "So say we all of us," cried King. "One done, all done! Help yourselves, boys!"
So King went for his skatebag, and with it stuffed inside his jacket, returned to his perplexed sisters. "No; I don't see how she did it," declared Marjorie, at last, after a close inspection of the neatly-made bag, with all its seams properly out of sight, and its material and lining both showing their right sides. "I'll have to give it to her this way"
Robert Menzies of Glasgow, capitalist, and, therefore, possible investor in Canadian lands, mines, and railroads, consequently, a man to be considered; with him, his daughter Marjorie, a brown-haired maid of seventeen, out for the good of her health and much the better of her outing, and Aunt Janet, maiden sister to Mr. Menzies, and guardian to both brother and niece. With this party travelled Mr.
Thus they went on through the book. Sometimes a page was devoted to a special occasion, and again many scattered mementoes were grouped together. It seemed as if every pleasure Marjorie had had since she came, had produced something attractive for her book. A fancy lace paper represented the big box of bonbons that her father had sent her when she had her sprained ankle.
It was so familiar to them all that they hardly thought of the words as they repeated them; to Marjorie, however, they were impressive, for she had not been a member of the troop so long as the other girls. The treasurer made her statement, and the dues were collected. As there were no committees to report, the Captain proceeded immediately to "old business."
When the first pale stars of May-day evening appeared, Marjorie took her violet basket and promptly disappeared. Wearing a plain blue serge coat, a dark sports hat pulled well down over her curls, she crossed the campus at a gentle run and hurried through the west entrance to the highway. Her flower tribute she had covered with a wide black silk scarf.
Cameron greeted him affectionately, and gently touching the wounded arm, exclaimed: "My poor, dear boy, what a terrible risk you have run!" To which he replied, "I would go through it all again, Aunt Marjorie, for the joy I believe it will bring you and yours." A few moments later, Mr. Cameron led his wife into the sick-room.
They were pretty fairly matched, pursuers and pursued; and for a long time Allan led the two others a chase among the maze of buildings; but at last, his foot slipping upon the wet paving-stones, he was captured by a bold dash from Marjorie. 'Only Tricksy now, gasped Marjorie, pushing back her wet hair, which was clinging about her face; 'we haven't seen a sign of her; where can she be?
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