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Updated: May 11, 2025
The Arden Foresters were free to come and go as they chose, the only other trespasser being Celia Fair, who when her household tasks were done often brought her sewing to Patricia's Arbor, with the feeling that her days there were numbered. At the Whittredges' Genevieve was making her preparations to leave soon after the return of her brother Allan, who was looked for any day.
Ah, but that was long ago, and it was hard to forget that Rosalind, with her sweet, serious eyes, was after all Mrs. Whittredge's granddaughter, Genevieve's niece. "I wish she wasn't, and that I could see her and speak to her, and ask her what she means by the Forest," she thought. "She is gentle and sweet; she is not like the Whittredges. Why should I dislike her because she belongs to them?
Celia Fair, who taught drawing in the school, and on occasion kept study hour in what had once been the long drawing-room, had a fancy that the spirit of those days was responsible for many an outburst of mischief. At present Mrs. Graham's pupils were in a fever of curiosity over the new arrival at the Whittredges'.
The last hour was spent with the Whittredges, and Rosalind and Allan accompanied him to the station. Here, while they waited, Rosalind had an opportunity to tell him about the society of Arden Foresters, in which he seemed greatly interested, and was saying he should like to belong, when the gong sounded the approach of the train, and there was only time for good-by.
"I saw her once," she remarked gravely. "I forgot the Fairs and the Whittredges don't speak. Perhaps you know about it," said Belle. Rosalind shook her head. "I think it was about the will; wasn't it, Katherine? Mrs. Whittredge wanted to break it because she thought Mr. Gilpin was crazy, but Dr. Fair said he wasn't, and testified in court." Rosalind listened with interest. "Isn't Dr.
Round, rosy-faced, blue-eyed Katherine, with her brown hair in two tight plaits turned under and tied with a ribbon behind her ears, was a little abashed at the attention she excited. "What is she like, Katherine? tell us the new girl at the Whittredges'." "She is standing at the gate now," answered Katherine, looking over her shoulder. "Is she? Oh, where?" "Let's walk by and see her."
I wish the colonel was here." The news was discussed all over town that Monday morning. "What brings Dr. Hollingsworth here?" Dr. Barnes asked, meeting Colonel Parton in the bank. "He is a friend of the Whittredges, I understand. Anyway, it is a compliment to Friendship." "Friendship is a great place. He liked our looks when he was here a month or so ago," and the colonel laughed his easy laugh.
There's good in everything, somewhere." Perhaps the coming of Mr. Pat's little girl was a good omen. To him at least it was a most interesting event, nor was he the only person in Friendship who found it so. "You amaze me, ladies." Farther up the street on the other side, but within sight of the Whittredges', was Mrs. Graham's Boarding and Day School for Young Ladies.
Parton; adding, "How this chair squeaks! I wonder if it will hold me." "I haven't made up my mind," was the answer. "It goes against the grain to give money for what is really mine already. I can't get over the impression that this is a funeral instead of a sale." "I wonder if the Whittredges will buy anything. I saw Allan in the hall," said Mrs. Molesworth.
It had been decided that any member might call a meeting, and the method was suggested by Belle. In each garden a spot was selected, an althea bush at the Partons', a corner of the hedge at the Roberts's, a cedar near the gate at the Whittredges', in which the summons, a tiny roll of paper tied with grass, was to be deposited.
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