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They had a fine time, although the chums from Tillbury had not an opportunity of meeting all of the invited guests before the show. "But they are all going home with us for supper just like a grown-up theatre party," confided Grace to Nan and Bess. "Pearl Graves telephoned that she would be a little late and would have to bring her cousin with her.
Nan noticed that for once Rhoda seemed interested in what the other girls were saying. Her brown eyes sparkled and a little color came and went in her cheeks as the discussion went on. The girl from Tillbury was tempted to invite Rhoda to go with her on Saturday. Yet she felt that Rhoda was not in a mood to accept any overture of peace.
The saddles hung along the fence, and they cinched them on tight to the round barrels of the ponies, and then mounted. The horses were fresh again, and started off spiritedly. The sun was coming up now, and again the wonder of sunrise on the plains impressed the girl from Tillbury. "It is just wonderful, Rhoda," she told her friend. "I shall never cease to marvel at it."
She had long-since learned that family affairs were not to be discussed out of the family circle. It was bad enough, so she thought, to have Tillbury and Owneyville people discussing the accusation of Ravell Bulson, without telling all the trouble to her friends here in Chicago. Enough had been said on the previous evening, Nan thought, about the matter.
"But what do you know about its being half-past nine?" demanded Bess. "And the train is standing still," said Nan. "Do you suppose we can be at Tillbury?" "Goodness! we ought to be," said Bess. "But it is so dark." "And Papa Sherwood would be down in the yards looking for me before this time, I know." "Well! what do you think it means?" demanded her chum. "And b-r-r-r! it's cold.
It took weeks for the girl from Tillbury to regain the half-wild girl's confidence again. Nan was just as busy and happy as she could be, considering the uncertain news from Scotland and Uncle Henry's unfortunate affair with Gedney Raffer. She helped Aunt Kate with the housework early every morning so that they might both hurry into the woods to pick berries.
The thought of deserting the little cottage on Amity Street was a dreadful shock. "We must face that possibility," said her mother firmly. "It may be. Tillbury will see very hard times now that the mills are closed. Other mills and shops will follow suit." "Quite true, Momsey," agreed the husband and father. "I am a very logical person, am I not?" said the smiling little lady.
Bess had been taught at home to shrink from association with the mill people and that is why she had urged Nan to take this long skate up the pond. Around the Tillbury end of it they were always falling in with little groups of mill boys and girls whom Bess did not care to meet. There was another reason this evening for keeping away from the stamp factory, too.
I know they were as poor as church mice in Tillbury until Nan came here to school. I found that out from a girl who used to live there." "Not Bess Harley?" "No, indeed! Bess wouldn't tell anything bad about Nan. I believe she is afraid of Nan. But this girl I mean wrote me all about the Sherwoods."
"But the fishing?" cried Nan curiously. "Ah, yes. I am coming to that," said her mother. "The fishing, to be sure! Why, we are going to write letters to just everybody we know, and some we only know by hearsay, and find out if there isn't a niche for Papa Sherwood somewhere outside Tillbury." "So we can!" cried Nan, clapping her hands.
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