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Updated: June 23, 2025
She remembered clearly just what had been said in the little neighborhood shop when she and Bobby had called there to get Bobby's blue over-blouse. "It's a fact, I never asked her for it," she said slowly. "No, I never. I just asked her if she had found anything, and she said 'No." "She would! That would be like her!" cried Ida Bellethorne.
She had studied it in her English readings at Shadyside only the previous term. But there was no Gingerbread Man in this shop window! In the middle of the display window, which was divided into four not very large panes, was arranged on a cross of bright metal a knitted over-blouse of the very newest burnt orange shade.
"Are either of you young ladies prepared to buy this blue blouse?" "Oh, yes, indeed!" cried Bobby, who had taken a fancy to the blouse. "I've got money enough. And it was nice of Miss Bellethorne to finish it for me before she went. I wish I might thank her personally." "I do not expect to see Ida again," the shopwoman repeated in her most severe manner, wrapping up the over-blouse.
Maybe she will come for it herself, so give me a card or something so she can find the place. Shall she ask for you?" "If you please," and the English girl ran to write a card. She brought it back with the neatly made parcel of the over-blouse and slipped it into Betty Gordon's hand. The latter thanked her and looked swiftly at the name the other had written.
It was closer to Georgetown than to the nation's capital, and that is why Betty on this brisk morning was shopping in the old-fashioned town and had come across the orange silk over-blouse in the window of the neighborhood shop. It was really too bad that Betty did not run back to the shop to ask for directions to the soldiers' monument square.
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