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"Doesn't it say?" mumbled Sally, dealing with a chocolate with caramel inside it. "It's torn across. It's what I got your shoes in, Sally. It's a.... It's 'Stories of Famous Trials, in the Weekly Something.... I can't see what it is." For the next quarter of an hour Sally ate chocolates and read about the trial of Seddon for murdering Miss Barrow. "Miss Barrow!" she exclaimed.
For the rest of the visit, the older people did the talking. An hour later, as the girls were packing their bags, in Polly's room they discussed Maud. It was decided that she was to go to Seddon Hall as soon as Mrs. Banks could arrange with Mrs. Baird, and the girls were wondering just what difference her coming would make.
Even Seddon, the Secretary of War, in November, reported that "the communication with the Trans-Mississippi, while rendered somewhat precarious and insecure, is found by no means cut off or even seriously endangered." His report was the same sort of thing as those announcements of "strategic retreats" with which the world has since become familiar.
Now they were Juniors at College, but like most of the Seddon Hall graduates, they always came back, at least once a year. The girls were all delighted to see them for they had been two of the most popular girls who had ever been in the school. When the greetings were over, Polly and Lois claimed them, and carried them off to the gym.
Polly and Lois could hardly wait until the Seddon Hall special pulled into the Grand Central station on Wednesday morning. The vacation began on Wednesday and the girls were expected to be back Sunday evening. They were the first to jump to the platform as the train stopped. Mrs. Farwell was waiting for them. "Darling children!" She hugged and kissed them both. "How well you look!" "Well?
"Flowers? do look! To Polly and Lois from Jane and Phylis." "Crushes," gasped Lois, "how awful!" Then they looked at each other and laughed. Sundays, that is to say, Boarding School Sundays, are apt to be longer than any of the other days in the week. Certainly it was so of Seddon Hall. Mrs.
Seddon, now Premier, to supply the physical fighting force lacking in their chief. Mr. Cadman, another colleague, was an administrator of exceptional assiduity. But none of these had held office before, and outside his cabinet Ballance had to consolidate a party made up largely of raw material. Amongst it was a novel and hardly calculable element, the Labour Members.
New Zealand's prime minister, Seddon, a resolute man whose greatness is not appreciated in Europe, brought his fist down on the table with a vengeance at the last Colonial Conference in London and appealed to Old England's conscience in the face of the yellow danger. All in vain.
Her father she had no mother had brought her to school and then returned to the city by the next train. Unfortunately, it had been Miss Hale, the Latin teacher nicknamed the Spartan years before by Betty, the only unpopular teacher in Seddon Hall who had shown Fanny to her room.
Opposite to her was an old-fashioned bureau, one of those quaint, elaborate monuments of Dutch ingenuity, which, during the present century, the audacious spirit of curiosity-vendors has transplanted from their native receptacles, to contrast, with grotesque strangeness, the neat handiwork of Gillow and Seddon. It had a physiognomy and character of its own this fantastic foreigner!
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