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Updated: June 21, 2025
Rosie Carrick and Teenie Johnstone did their best to dissuade the mistaken one from her strange infatuation, even setting the good example of choosing Willie Carrick and Johnny Johnstone, exemplary young men, as their sweethearts, but all in vain.
Lottie Price, the biggest girl in school and the most curious and observing, wrote a note to Teenie Johnstone to say she bet anything the teacher was writing to her fellow. Lottie knew, because Miss Hillary often looked straight at you and didn't see you at all. That was a sure sign.
Wouldn't I give it to you otherwise wouldn't I?" "Swig, Teenie! Honest to God, just a swig!" "No, no, Jas! No, no, no!" Suddenly Jastrow the Granite Jaw drew down his lips to a snarl, his hands clutching into the coverlet and drawing it up off his feet. "Gimme!" he said. "I've done it before and I'll do it now smash up the place! Gimme! You're getting me crazy! This time you got me crazy.
And when Louisa sent her accounts of Teenie who lisped in German, Alexander who wrote Latin letters to his father, and Mildred who refused to read the New Testament in anything but Greek, and Miss Quincey remarked that if she had children she wouldn't bring them up so, the Old Lady laughed "Tchee Tchee! We all know about old maids' children."
Altogether things went very pleasantly that first day, so pleasantly that in the afternoon Lottie Price dared to hold up her hand and ask if they mightn't have a spelling match. Now no one had ever heard of such a thing on any day but Friday, and Jessie Robertson and Teenie Johnstone nudged each other.
It was the hour for closing, and Miss Hillary announced the spelling match won by Horace Oliver; and Lottie Price almost tossed her head out of the window, the girls declared, as she passed Jessie and Teenie on her way to her seat. When school was dismissed, the new boy paused at Elizabeth's seat, where she and Rosie were putting their books together.
Ain't it wonderful, Jas, never no showing for us again? God! ain't that just wonderful?" He reached up then to stroke her hand, a short pincushion of a hand, white enough, but amazingly inundated with dimples. "Nice old Big Tent!" "That's the way, honey! Honest, when you get one of your nice spells, your poor old Teenie would do just anything for you." "I get crazy with pain. It makes me ugly."
"Well, Agnes," said Miss Teenie, "it's a great rise in the world for you and me to be asked to tea with an earl's granddaughter. There's no getting over that. I'm thinking we'll need to polish up our manners. I've an awful habit of drinking my tea with my mouth full. It seems more natural somehow to give it a synd down than to wait to drink till your mouth's empty."
If you do that before Miss Reston, Teenie, I'll be tempted to do you an injury." Miss Teenie blew her nose pensively. "I doubt I've got a chill changing my underclothes in the middle of the day, but 'a little pride and a little pain, as my mother used to say when she screwed my hair with curl-papers.... I suppose it'll do if we stay an hour?"
She broke off to bow to Miss Watson and her sister, Miss Teenie, who passed Jean and her companion with skirts held well out of the mud, and eyes, after the briefest glance, demurely cast down. "They are going out to tea," Jean explained to Lord Bidborough. "Don't they look nice and tea-partyish? Fur capes over their best dresses and snow boots over their slippers.
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