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"But I do know that you and your team will have to give up the gymnasium at once, because our team is in a hurry to begin practising." Then a great chattering arose. Every sophomore there except Miriam Nesbit raised a protesting voice. Grace held up her hand for silence, then summoning all her dignity she turned to Julia Crosby. "Miss Crosby," she said, "you have evidently made a mistake.
I wish it were daylight, then we could see her face." "I wonder who she can be," mused Arline. "There is only one answer," smiled Miriam Nesbit. "As Emma just stated, she must be Miss West's other half. However, we shall know before long." A moment later they heard the bell ring, then up from the hall came the sound of Mrs. Elwood's voice speaking in surprised but pleased tones.
Aunt Nesbit, in 'Dred, considered Gibbon a very pious writer. 'I am sure, says she, 'he makes the most religious reflections all along. I liked him particularly on that account. This poor lady had some excuse. A vein of irony like Gibbon's is not struck upon every day; but readers of newspapers, when they laugh, ought to be able to perceive what it is they are laughing at.
'What is strange is, that she is prouder of me than of mamma, who is so much handsomer and more accomplished, more tractable, too, and making a figure and sensation that I never shall. 'Mrs. Nesbit knows better, said Miss Gardner, laughing. 'Don't say so. If John's illness had not prevented my coming out last year, I might have gone into the world like other girls.
Nesbit, in mistaken kindness, and ignorance of a mother's heart, to prevent her from ever adverting to her darlings; it had only debarred her from the true source of comfort, and left the wound to ache unhealed, while her docile outward placidity was deemed oblivion.
Yet her very composure made consolation impossible. They realized that she was sufficient unto herself. On the way to the station, where the Southards were to entrain almost immediately for the West, she talked in her usual cheerful strain to Mrs. Nesbit, Mrs. Gray and Elfreda Briggs, who shared an automobile with her.
She used to call me 'fatty' when I was little, and I've never forgiven her. But who is the reckless young person playing chauffeur? She ought to be put in jail for exceeding the speed limit." "Hush!" said Grace. "Here she is." The runabout had stopped and Eleanor alighted. Ignoring the four chums, she walked up to Miriam Nesbit. "Will you please tell me if any one is hurt?" she asked pettishly.
Gray, as Hippy removed his mask with a loud sigh of relief and wiped his perspiring forehead with it. "You will be a playwright some day, Hippy." "I'd rather be a brakeman," persisted Hippy with his Cheshire cat grin. It was half-past ten o'clock when the last good night had been said and the young people were on their way home. As the Nesbit residence was so near Mrs.
Gray's roomy, old-fashioned veranda. "We're here because we're here," caroled Hippy Wingate, balancing himself on the edge of the porch rail, both arms outspread to show how successfully he could sit on the narrow railing without support. "You won't be 'here' very long," cautioned Miriam Nesbit. "You are likely to land in that rose bush just below you. It's a very thorny one, too.
The delays occasioned by their detention in this morass, gave General Frazer full time to land some field pieces, and prepare for their reception; while General Nesbit fell into their rear, and cut off their return to the boats.
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