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"Of course I will. Just the thing for a rainy day." "Bowls?" "Yes, indeed." "Take a cross-country tramp?" His eyes were sparkling. Roberta glanced out of the window. The rain was dashing hard against the pane. "If you won't go through the West Wood marshes," she stipulated. "Sure I won't. They'd be pretty wet even for me on a day like this.
"This doesn't look much like our storehouse, does it?" Jean paused in her task, and, seating herself upon the summit of a step-ladder, scrutinized with satisfaction the transformation wrought by a myriad of college flags, sofa cushions, colored shawls, and bunting. Roberta Keap dropped her hammer with an exclamation of pain. "Ouch!" she cried, "I've hurt my thumb.
And it was under the light of the old moon, in the garden of those grande dames Carruthers, that Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye, who is the last of their line, walked with the great gentleman who was and is her lover.
Lawrence threw away his cigar, and sat for a few moments in thought. The engagement, then, did not exist. Roberta was free. Recollections came to him of his own intercourse with her during the past summer, and his heart gave a bound. "Mr Keswick," said he, "upon consideration of the matter I think I will call upon Miss March this morning."
Miss La Sarthe had been growing more and more annoyed at her great-niece's lengthy absence, while Miss Roberta felt so nervous she would like to have sniffed at her vinaigrette, but, alas! the stern eye of her sister was upon her and she dared not. Mrs. James Anderton good, worthy woman had not passed an agreeable afternoon either.
He and Roberta March were both coming, and they thought that together they could talk me down, and make me forgive and be happy, and all that stuff. But as I wasn't there, of course he wouldn't stay, and so there she is now by herself. She thinks I must come home after a while, and the minute I do that, back he'll come, and then they'll have just what they wanted.
Bobbie's didn't. To discuss the social aspects of menial service with a practitioner of it who has been admitted to a certain implicit equality is a difficult and delicate matter for a girl brought up in Roberta Holland's school. Several times after the restaurant encounter she essayed it; trying both the indirect approach and the method of extreme frankness. Neither answered.
The news wasn't at all surprising, but Mary looked so pretty and so happy and assured them so solemnly that she had never dreamed of anything of the kind at Christmas, that there was plenty of excitement all the same. "And of course I must have posts at my wedding," said Mary, whereat Betty hugged her and Roberta looked more pleased than she had when Mr. Masters called her a genius.
"I'm afraid it's inside the box. But there's a coal-shovel and there's the kitchen poker." And with these she tried to get the case open. "Let me do it," said Peter, thinking he could do it better himself. Everyone thinks this when he sees another person stirring a fire, or opening a box, or untying a knot in a bit of string. "You'll hurt your hands, Mammy," said Roberta; "let me."
But think how we should feel if we couldn't go back at all if the family fortune was swept away all of a sudden, or if we were sick or anything, and had to drop out of dear old 19 ." "Yes," said Roberta briefly. Betty looked at her curiously. "Don't you like college, Roberta?" she asked. "Betty, I can't bear it," declared Roberta in an unwonted burst of confidence.
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