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"I think it is more 'curous' than pretty," said Geoffrey solemnly; "I should call it 'Kurus." He had been trying for several minutes to think of something to say to comfort Mollie. "But I wanted to call it Evelina," said Molly; "I can't call that thing Evelina. Why, I can't even show it to Bessie." Now, Bessie was the little girl next door, Mollie's own well-beloved playmate.
Mollie's hands were clenched tight to her side, crimson flamed in her face, and her foot tapped nervously on the ground. "Oh, they'll never get here," she was saying over and over again. "Can't the old ferryboat get up any steam at all?" "Perhaps we might help tow it in?" Betty suggested, striving to break the tension. "I think we could paddle lots faster in the canoes."
I'm going to learn them, and also how to tie sailor knots." "Then maybe your shoe laces won't come undone so easily," challenged Grace, and she thrust out her own dainty shoe, and tapped the patent leather tip of Mollie's tie. "It is not!" came indignantly from Billy. "It is loose, and it may trip you," advised Amy, and Mollie, relinquishing a candy she had selected with care, bent over.
Neither one of them stirred nor for the instant glanced at their friend; they were too intent on their patient. But they were grateful for her presence. She had heard Mollie's peculiar remarks. She would know what they ought to do when Mollie began to talk again. Mrs. Curtis came so close to the sick girl's bed that Madge and Phil stepped back to let her have the nearest place.
"This last week has been great, too even though we were so anxious to hear about Mollie's silver." "Oh, and do you know what Anita said the other day?" Amy broke in suddenly. "She said she had some distant relatives in Deepdale, and that if she could fish around and get an invitation, she might see us there." "Oh, wouldn't that be great!" said Mollie, with genuine enthusiasm.
Mollie's friends had spoiled her, and since her arrival in Washington the old story had repeated itself. Harriet Hamlin had already taken Mollie under her special protection. And Mollie was wildly excited with the thought of the social experiences ahead of her. The four girls spent some time strolling about the White House grounds.
Prudence had fallen into a day-dream; and Mollie's eyes were roaming over the blue sea, when suddenly she caught sight of the raft bobbing about on the little waves, sometimes above and sometimes below. In the water in front of the raft she could see Hugh's head, like a round black ball and yes, she was not mistaken, there were two other round black balls which must also be heads.
Grizzel had gone out, wearing her hat, carrying her basket, and accompanied by the large and capable Laddie. Most likely she would come back presently with some simple explanation to account for everything. "I think she has gone for a walk. She got down somehow and ran off to give Hugh a fright. Let's go and look for her along the road," was Mollie's next proposal.
Grace Ford was sitting in front with Mollie, while Betty Nelson and Amy Blackford "sprawled," to use Mollie's sarcastic and slightly exaggerated description, "all over the tonneau." "You look as if you had never done a real day's work in your life," said Mollie, with a disapproving glance over her shoulder at the girls in the tonneau. "We never have," returned quiet Amy, with a grin.
They found the three waiting for them, and it took scarcely any time at all to add the extra grips to the growing pile in the tonneau of Mollie's car. Amid great fun, Mrs. Irving, who was rosy-cheeked and matronly and as jolly as the girls, was wedged into the remaining space, Amy climbed to the front seat beside Mollie and Grace took her seat with Betty. They were off!
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