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'And there are the carts going down, said Allan; 'it won't be long before the camp is broken up. 'Pity we couldn't go gipsying for a little while, observed Marjorie; 'just for the summer. It would be such fun wandering about from place to place. But look at the tide coming up in Cateran Bay; the waves are dashing on the shore and making the most beautiful foam.
For by this time she was beginning to realize Marjorie's popularity, and considered it more discreet not to oppose her openly. Accordingly, Marjorie got her way. She had two months left in which to trace Frieda, and, if she found her, to offer her a new chance. The whole affair had grown to be an obsession with her; it seemed as if she desired it more than anything else in the world.
"If it were not for seeing the girls and learning how to be like city girls, I would rather stay home." "Perhaps that knowledge would not improve you. What then?" "Why, Miss Prudence!" exclaimed Marjorie, "don't you think we country girls are away behind the age?" "In the matter of dates! But you need not be. With such a teacher as you have you ought to do as well as any city girl of your age.
He had found the wreck in an alley. With this purchase suspended from his shoulder by a faded green cord, Penrod set out in a somewhat homeward direction, but not by the route he had just travelled, though his motive for the change was not humanitarian. It was his desire to display himself thus troubadouring to the gaze of Marjorie Jones.
"Miss Moore is much better this morning, and a carriage is to take her home in a few hours. I have just been up to inquire about her. Father," continued Harriet, turning to Mr. Hamlin, "Miss Moore wants me to thank you for your kindness in bringing her here, and to say she hopes to be able to repay you some day. Marjorie Moore seems to think you discovered her out on the White House lawn, Barbara.
She listened again; then, to her surprise, the door was gently opened. Before her stood the tiny figure of a boy whose great black eyes looked curiously into hers. Laying his finger upon his lips, he gravely motioned with his other hand for her to enter. Then as he limped away from the door Marjorie saw he was a cripple. Marjorie stepped noiselessly into the room, her eyes on the piano.
She realized this when she saw how deeply it had impressed the girls. "A glorious end of a glorious trip!" said Ethel enthusiastically, as they got into the train. And the shining eyes of the others confirmed their approval of her opinion. Marjorie could hardly wait until she reached home, so excited was she about writing to the unknown Girl Scout.
"We take care of an old man who people say is crazy, and folks call us Bohemians and gypsies and even vagabonds." "I came here to see if Constance could go to the theatre with us to-night," explained Marjorie, rather shyly. "No, thank you, I won't sit down. I promised mother I'd hurry home."
"Yes," said Marjorie, with a certain amount of coldness, considering that she was being regarded as an abused lamb, "you said that before. And now please tell me what it is that you know all about." "Well, if that's the way you take being defended," said Peggy with a certain amount of temper, "I'll just go back the way I came!" "But, Peggy, I don't know anything about it!" she pleaded.
So she sang another song, but though it was pretty music, Marjorie could not understand the words, and she began to think that the programme was rather tiresome. The lady kept on telling stories and reciting poems, and singing, until Marjorie almost had the fidgets.
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