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Let's get away quite by ourselves." The Vivians managed this quite easily. They raced down a side-walk until they came to an overhanging oak tree of enormous dimensions. Into this tree they climbed, getting up higher and higher until they were lost to view in the topmost branches.
That goes without saying." "It doesn't go without saying at all," remarked Olive. "The Specialities, as you know quite well, girls, have to stand certain tests." "It is my opinion," said Susie, "that we are all getting too high and mighty for anything. Perhaps the Vivians will teach us to know our own places."
"I am only going as far as London to-night, so you can wire your decision 'Yes' or 'No' to the Ritz Hotel. Poor Fanny! she will be in trouble when she hears that I cannot receive her at Christmas; but I leave her in good hands here, and what can any one do more?" "Please promise me one thing, Sir John," said Mrs. Haddo. "Do not say anything to Fanny about the Vivians.
"Miss Symes, you took me at first by surprise, but when the Vivians arrive you will see that I shall treat them with the affection due to cousins of my own; also, that I will do my utmost to make them happy." "I am sure of it, my love. You are a very plucky girl!" "And you won't tell Mrs. Haddo that I seemed distressed at the thought of their coming?" "Do you really wish me not to tell her?"
They were orphans and needed a home. Sir John Crawford was one of her oldest friends. The Crawfords had always been associated with Haddo Court, and beautiful Beatrice Vivian had received her education there. Surely there could not be anything wrong in admitting three young girls like the Vivians to the school? But yet there was her invariable rule. Could she possibly see them?
"Why should he remind me of a camp-meeting funeral, I wonder?" mused Canning, following behind "or is it something I read in the book of Job?" The girl answered with a vague laugh. Mr. Canning's odd but evident antagonism to the man she herself had such cause to dislike was agreeable to her, but the topic was not. She had had enough of the Vivians of this world for one night.
"I have something important to say to you." "Oh, all right then," said Betty, shrugging her shoulders. "Your room will do as well as any other place. Let's get it over." The girls ran upstairs. They presently entered Fanny's bedroom, which was a small apartment, but very neat and cheerful. It was next door to the Vivians' own spacious one. The moment they were inside Betty turned and faced Fanny.
First, because his health was delicate; second, because she knew she could pay him well; and also, for the greatest reason of all, because she was quite sure that Mr. Fairfax could help her girls in moments of difficulty in their spiritual life, should such moments arise. Prayers came to an end; breakfast came to an end. The Vivians passed a very brisk examination with some credit.
"Fan," said Olive the moment the door had closed behind them, "you don't like the Vivians! I see it in your face." "I never said so," replied Fanny. "Oh, Fan, dear not with the lips, of course; but the eyes have spoken volumes. Now, I think they are great fun; they're so uncommon." "I have never said I didn't like them," repeated Fanny, "and you will never get me to say it.
She suggested, however, that they should have a little room in one of the attics where they could keep Dickie and his morsels of meat, and the different boxes which contained the caterpillars. She volunteered to show this minute room to the young Vivians at once. They looked at her, as she spoke, with more and more interest and less and less dislike.
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