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"We don't know that yet," resumed Ronny. "All this happened last June. Miss Remson made her complaint then, I believe. She intended to, at any rate. Naturally, we could not ask her about the result, and she said nothing more about it before we went home. I think she will mention it to Marjorie and me.
Marjorie flushed at mention of the Sans' bad treatment of herself. She glanced at Ronny, who returned the glance with an enigmatical smile. Leila was staring at Marjorie, her face also a study. "Girls," Marjorie began, in her clear resonant enunciation, "I shall have to tell you something that only Ronny and Leila know. I told Leila only this afternoon.
"The Sans unbent a little, didn't they?" commented Jerry. "That was because their boss stayed away. Those girls might become civilized in time without Leslie Cairns on the job." "They were a little more gracious," agreed Ronny. "I don't know how the rest of you feel about it. I am glad the frolic is over. I am tired. We have been stirred up ever since we came back to college.
"You mustn't go when they want you. You mustn't let them get hold of you." "They don't get hold of me nothing gets hold of me. I want to help them. They say it does them good to have me with them." "I should think it did do them good! They feed on you, Ronny. I can see it by the way they look at you. You'll die of them if you don't give it up." "Give what up?" "Your game of keeping them going.
"It isn't really our business," demurred Marjorie, "but I think it would be a good thing, nevertheless. We are fighting for democracy. The Sans are fighting for popularity and false power. I am willing to do all I can to help the cause along. I know Ronny and Muriel and Lucy will feel the same. Jerry's here to speak for herself."
"Don't you suppose, Jonkheer, that one could be got cheap? not that that need be a consideration to dear Ronny!" "I'll find out later," I assured her, answering a despairing look of Starr's from between the green tusks of his elephant.
"I didn't write, Ronny. I couldn't." "I know." Their eyes met, measuring each other's grief. "That's why I came. I couldn't bear to leave you to it." "I'd have come before, Michael, if you'd wanted me." They were sitting together now, on the settle by the hearth-place. "I can't understand your being able to think of me," he said. "Because of Nicky?
Instead of running away and playing with Don-Don, Ronny went away by herself into the apple-tree house, to wait for Nicky. The apple-tree house stood on the grass-plot at the far end of the kitchen garden. The apple-tree had had no apples on it for years.
"You see, I can't feel it like other people. George Vereker hates Germany; I don't. I've lived there. I don't want to make dear old Frau Henschel a widow, and stick a bayonet into Ludwig and Carl, and make Hedwig and Löttchen cry." "I see. You'd rather Carl and Ludwig stuck bayonets into George and Nicky, and that Ronny and Dorothy and Alice Lathom cried." "Bayonetting isn't my business."
Frances and Anthony looked at each other. But Dorothy looked at Veronica. "What's the matter, Ronny? You look simply awful." "Do I? My head's splitting. I think I'll go and lie down." "You'd better." "Go straight to bed," said Frances. "and let Nanna bring you some hot soup." But Veronica did not want Nanna and hot soup.
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