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Yet the girl did feel indignant at times at the manner in which some of the girls addressed her mother when they were uniformly polite to Miss Arran. She was quite undecided about her duty to Miss Nevins. The kiss had come so suddenly she had no time to evade it but she took good care to do so the next night. Lilian had never been an effusive girl.
This is what these forty men have determined it is their duty to perform. Nevins is in New York to receive reports from the members of the Committee. A month has passed since their departure from Chicago. From most of the men he receives letters in which they tell of their success.
At Laconia she had made some friends, but she was too proud to aspire to the higher ranks or accept overtures from them. She felt sorry for Alice Nevins but there was no real companionship. Yet was there not a duty?
"Is Miss Nevins so very desirable?" asked Zay with a flash of mirth in her eye. "Still, if you met her abroad as a rich banker's daughter or heard of her being presented to the Queen " "Girls, don't quarrel about either one of them. Alice Nevins is a fool and always will be. Lilian Boyd is smart and ambitious but there is the bar sinister.
But to the Cross Cañon outfit Mat Barlow's love for Netty Nevins was so obviously a downright worship, an all-absorbing, dominating cult, that, in a way, and all unknown to her, she became the nearest thing to a religion the Cross Cañonites ever had.
All the while Nevins remains standing as if awaiting an opportunity to resume his speech. At the expiration of some minutes order is restored so that his voice can be heard. "Permit me to explain," he cries. The committeemen, as if acting by a common impulse, cease to squabble, and are attentive again.
The head designer had looked on in disapproval while her employer's wife had experimented with scraps of cloth, and pins, and chalk, and scissors. But Emma had gone on serenely cutting and snipping and pinning. They made up samples of service shirts with the new neck-hugging collar and submitted them to Miss Nevins, the head of the woman's uniform department at Fyfe & Gordon's.
Nevins caught the boy in her arms in a paroxysm of rage and joy; and then she thought of Tom. "Oh, preacher," she cried, "preacher! he's run in after him, Tom Davis has!" "There?" John said, pointing to the fire. "God help him!" There was no human help possible. Tom had run down between two long piles of boards, not yet in flames, but already a sheet of fire swept madly across the open space.
"You will soon find that my assertion was based on absolute knowledge, for your nomination will be unanimous," Nevins declares to Trueman as they sit in private conference, on the eve of the Independence Party's convention. "Then you do not credit the statement that the Eastern delegations have become disaffected?"
"Here!" the red-haired girl muttered, "make believe you are stealing upon a band of Indians to scalp 'em the poor things! You don't walk like a prairie rose. You stamp along more like a charging buffalo." "Goodness!" sighed Lillie Nevins, in the rear, "how much our Laura knows about the West, doesn't she?" At the titter which followed this remark, their leader hissed for silence again.
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