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In the dim light of the remaining lamp the room seemed filled with shadows. Billie drew the heavy curtains across the casement. Those at the other window were already drawn. "Come along, Nancy-Bell," she exclaimed. "Thieves don't blow out lights and then come back and relight them. It would be extremely unprofessional if they did and very reckless besides.
Suddenly Percy seized one of the tall candlesticks and held it over her head. "Why, Nancy-Bell," he cried, "what has happened to your " Nancy spread her hands over her lap and turned her large blue eyes to them with a piteous expression. "I took it off and threw it away in the swamp," she said tremulously.
"I'll never get to be as old as you are, Miss Nancy-Bell," retorted Billie. "It's a physical impossibility, since you are two months older than I am." Nancy departed from the room, calling out laughingly: "Smarty! Smarty!" Billie kicked off her slipper after her, and so the quarrel started with good natured raillery.
At this dangerous turn in the conversation, the door was pushed open and Billie Campbell rushed in, followed by Elinor Butler and Mary Price. "It's all settled, Nancy-Bell," she cried. "Cousin Helen has consented and the girls can go. Everything depends on you, now " "We are just studying the map," answered Nancy quickly, with a demure smile.
Billie tried to cover the uncomfortable silence by adding with a forced cordiality: "Nancy-Bell needs the change more than any of us." "Very well, if agreeable to your Royal Highness, I will let you know tonight when we shall break up camp and march for the hills." "Good," cried Billie. "The Court is prepared to move on a moment's notice." Mr.
If they were not making a voyage to England with the "Comet" stored in the hold of the ship for immediate use on arrival, or taking perilous journeys across the American continent in the faithful car, they were making excursions to Shell Island or Seven League Island, or down the coast to the Sailors' Inn. "Where is it to be this time, Nancy-Bell?"
It suits your complexion better than mine because it matches your cheeks. I usually wear blue but I was over-persuaded by Nancy-Bell to get pink." In the end, Phoebe was induced to put on the pink dress. It had been wonderful enough to wear a neatly fitted duck skirt and a lace-trimmed blouse, but in this embroidered linen frock the color of wild roses Phoebe was in a dream.
"There are dozens of them crawling inside my skirt," she sobbed, "and you tell me to keep still." "Don't be frightened, Nancy-Bell. I'll stand with you," announced Percy, boldly offering himself as a sacrifice to hornets, as he drew Nancy's arm through his. "Come on, hornets," he cried. "Sting a man. Don't attack a helpless girl."
She had closed the bureau drawer on a corner of her raincoat, hanging over her arm, and had torn the hem off one side. "How stupid," she had exclaimed impatiently, tossing it into a chair. "You'll have to lend me your blue raincoat, Nancy-Bell. I've just done for mine completely." Nancy, lying on the bed with her face turned to the wall, did not reply.
Presently she found herself in the mist-hung garden, and instinctively her steps turned toward the little bridge and the shrine to the Compassionate God. All the way, she kept thinking: "What is Nancy-Bell up to? Not that, surely. Why should she write letters that way? Nobody would object to their coming by mail. It's just her romantic notions," her thoughts continued as she reached the bridge.
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