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"Yes," said Judy. "Well, why this sudden change? I expect you to keep your word. I am wild to be a member of the Shakespeareans," here Adele changed her manner and her voice took on a soft, persuasive tone. "You won't regret it, Judy, dearest, you'll be proud of having put me up. I have a real talent for acting. I have, indeed, and I shall be able to get stunning costumes."

They got their little tasks as if they loved them, and indulged, from the mere exuberance of the gift, in the most unimposed little miracles of memory. They not only popped out at me as tigers and as Romans, but as Shakespeareans, astronomers, and navigators.

"You have a good deal of influence in that crowd, haven't you? I mean you can command a lot of votes?" "No, I can't command any," answered Judy. "Blackmailer," thought Molly. "I was thinking," went on Adele calmly, "that I would like to become a member of one or both those clubs. If I have to make a choice I would prefer the Shakespeareans, of course. Can't you fix it up?" "I'm afraid not, Adele.

After all, boys' methods of settling disputes by drawing a circle and fighting it out are somehow much more honest. It would be worth a black eye and a bloody nose to lay forever all that innuendo and sly insinuation." "She's hypnotized Judy into putting her up for the Shakespeareans and the Olla Podridas," said Nance. "And she'll get in. Nobody will dream of blackballing her, you'll see."

I came to talk about other things." Molly breathed a long sigh. "Here it comes," she thought. Judy straightened up and prepared to hear the worst. "Have the Shakespeareans and the Olla Podridas had their yearly conclave yet about new members?" "So it's that," Molly almost cried aloud, waving her arms over her head. "We meet on Saturday," answered Judy doggedly.

On the other hand, he is of all the Pre- Shakespeareans known to us incomparably the truest, the richest, the most powerful and original humourist; one indeed without a second on that ground, for "the rest are nowhere." Now Marlowe, it need scarcely be once again reiterated, was as certainly one of the least and worst among jesters as he was one of the best and greatest among poets.