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Rebby so often played at being "grown up" that this reply did not surprise Anna, and she ran off to find her mother and ask permission to go to the shore with Luretta Foster, a girl of about her own age. Mrs. Weston gave her consent, and in a few moments the little girl was running along the river path toward the blacksmith shop where a short path led to Luretta's home.
"Fourteen to-day, Rebby dear," said Mrs. Weston, putting her arm about her tall daughter and kissing Rebecca. At the same moment, hearing her mother's words, Anna ran forward calling out: "Rebby is fourteen to-day."
Lyon she would learn to behave exactly like Melvina. But to go away from her father and mother and from Rebby; this seemed hardly to be possible. "Do you want me to go, Mother?" she asked, half hoping that her mother might say at once that it was not to be thought of. "I must talk with your father; 'tis a great opportunity for your good, and I am sure he will be pleased," replied Mrs. Weston.
Paul was quite ready to help him; they brought planks from the lumber yard, and long before the first visitor arrived the low comfortable seats were ready. Anna and Rebby were busy all the morning making small plates of birch-bark, which they stripped from the big logs.
Lyon received many packages from her Boston relatives, and there were two dolls for Melvina, the ones of which Luretta had spoken on the day when she and Anna had led Melvina to the shore to show her a "clam's nest." Rebecca's gold beads, intended for her birthday, were safely delivered; and beside the beads was a pair of silk mitts for both Rebby and Anna.
If Melvina Lyon's things had been lost it would be but right that Anna's parents should replace them to the best of their ability, and this would be a serious expense for the little household. After dinner Rebby went to the Fosters', and came home with the story of Melvina's return home.
"I am sure the remainder of the way will not be so hard, because we can follow the river up to the settlement." Rebby was too tired to reply. She stretched herself out on the warm grass and closed her eyes.
"But if I should tell what I did last night he would think me too wicked to forgive," and at the thought she put her head on the table and began to cry. "Why, Rebby, dear! 'Tis my fault in letting you go out this morning," exclaimed Mrs. Weston, now quite sure that Rebecca was really ill.
"No sign of the Polly yet, Rebby," Mr. Weston replied. Rebecca sighed as her father called her "Rebby," and a little frown showed itself on her forehead. She was nearly fourteen, and she had decided that neither "Rebecca" nor "Rebby" were names that suited her. Her middle name was "Flora," and only that morning Anna had promised not to call her by any other name save Flora in future. Mr.
And we can get the powder and save the settlement. Oh, Danna " Rebby's petition ended in a wail. And now Anna was as eager to start as Rebby herself. The thought of her father being taken a prisoner and that she and Rebby could prevent so great a misfortune made her no longer hesitate. "We will start to-morrow morning, early," she said.
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