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Updated: June 7, 2025
"You'll have to lie down flat on your back no, you go over on the bed, Miss Castlevaine, and I'll tell you how to do it." "Don't get up, Mis' Albright!" cried Miss Crilly. "I can learn how here just as well!" She lay back, her eyes on Polly. "I'll put this pillow right under your shoulders so. Now throw your head " A sharp rap halted the sentence. Mrs. Albright sat up.
"She knows him, too, and so does Mrs. Adlerfeld." "Oh!" repeated Miss Castlevaine. "I see him riding with that Miss Puddicombe a good deal lately. Guess she's trying to catch him." "They are coming now for certain!" exclaimed Mrs. Albright. Away in the distance the returning party could be discerned. Soon there was a waving of eager hands. The forward ones started on a race.
"They haven't been eaten up by bears or carried off by hawks. Probably they are having so good a time they have forgotten to come back." The sun dropped lower and lower. The wayside shadows thickened. A robin on the top-most branch of a locust sang a solo. "There they are!" cried Miss Castlevaine. The others looked eagerly down the road. The thud of hoofs came out of the hush.
I've gone too far, haven't I? You sit down somewhere and rest, and I'll stay with you. The others can go on, if they like." "Guess I'll wait, too." Miss Sterling dropped wearily to the grass. Mrs. Adlerfeld, Miss Lily, Mrs. Albright, and Miss Castlevaine lined themselves beside her. "I don't know what possessed me to come on such a long walk!" fretted Miss Castlevaine.
The door was flung open before Polly reached it. "Ladies! what does this mean?" Miss Sniffen stood there, resolute and merciless. Nobody answered. Miss Twining and Miss Lily began hurriedly to gather up their disheveled hair. Miss Castlevaine arose haughtily. Polly's tongue was quickest to recover itself. "I was only teaching the ladies some exercises to make them strong.
"I guess Miss Sterling has ways of getting her nest feathered that some other folks don't know anything about," whispered Miss Castlevaine to Miss Major. "No such thing!" was the prompt retort. "She knows how to put her feathers on, that's all." "Knowing how don't change colors as I've ever heard huh! Look at that white dress! They don't give me white dresses!" "Probably she had it when she came.
Miss Castlevaine looked, but said nothing. The darkness of envy and discontent still dimmed her eyes. Juanita Sterling, in the car ahead, was yielding herself to the bountiful joy of the moment and had forgotten disagreeable things.
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