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It seems such a shame that mid-years had to come skulking along on the very heels of Christmas, doesn't it?" Arline nodded. "I haven't looked at my French for to-morrow, either," she confessed, "and I've been saying 'not prepared' for the last two recitations.
Out there at that awful college, studying and studying and studying, sometimes I thought I'd lose my senses. There's a girl out there now suffering from nervous prostration. She worked so hard preparing for the mid-years. What's her name? I can't think I can't think, my head's so tired. But it sounds like mine, a lot like mine.
He isn't really my uncle, but I call him that; he won't rage. He'll just whistle. People of his age have to whistle, to show they're alive. I have reason to believe," the cub said, "that he 'whistled' when I flunked in my mid-years. Well, I felt sorry, myself on his account," Maurice said, with the serious and amiable condescension of youth. "I hated to jar him. But gosh!
She's a malicious, dangerous, wicked girl and if you haven't the sense to see it, I'll just tell you." This was strong language coming from Molly. "If you don't, mid-years will certainly see your finish, if you aren't dropped sooner. You're not studying at all and you are simply acting outrageously, dyeing your hair and borrowing rope ladders. I'm disgusted with you, Judy Kean, I am indeed."
"It can't be true," burst out Nance, whose love for Judy sometimes clothed that young woman's sins in a garment of light. "Not expelled?" added Molly, in a whisper. "No, no, not that; but suspended. I can come back just before mid-years, but don't you see the trick? How can I pass my exams then? And Mama and Papa, what will they think? And, oh, the Jubilee and all of you and Wellington?
"Judy," she said, at last, when they had got her quiet. "There's no reason why you shouldn't pass the mid-years and graduate with your class if you want to." "But how? I'm so behind now I can hardly catch up, and if I miss six weeks I can never do it." "Yes, you can," said Molly. "This is what you must do. Go down to the village and get board anywhere, with Mrs. Murphy or Mrs. O'Reilly.
Then, in all decency, you will have to give a little time to Saint Peter's. You can't well bolt off, like a cook in a tantrum. Prepare their Christmas diet for them; and then go into this other thing, directly after mid-years." "But, feeling as I do, have I any right to keep on at Saint Peter's?" Brenton queried. The doctor cut his query short. "Business is business, no matter how you feel.
The Professor looked away quickly. "The apology is accepted," he said gravely. "And now we are friends once more, Miss Molly Brown of Kentucky, are we not?" "Yes, indeed," cried Molly joyfully, feeling happy enough to dance at that moment. It was a joyous day when Judy returned to college just before mid-years, after her long exile in the back room of O'Reilly's.
In their mid-years they served men, as they fancied men wanted to be served; and then they met the lie of this exterior purpose, confronted the lie with the realities of their own nature, and fought the fight for the cosmic simplicity which is so often the unconscious flowering of the child-mind.
He had reckoned upon an afternoon tea, at least, or even, in the flights of fancy which he now disowned to himself, a dance after the Mid-Years, or possibly an earlier reception of some sort. He burned with shame to think of a theatre-party, which he had fondly specialized, with a seat next Miss Lynde. He tore Mrs.
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