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Updated: June 4, 2025
"What's the latest on the bulletin board?" she inquired, smiling mischievously. "Don't laugh, Miriam," rebuked Grace. "Things are serious. Elfreda has some sort of engagement for Friday night with those two girls. She almost told me what it was, then changed her mind and invited me to mind my own business and leave her room.
Grace did not flatter herself that this state of affairs could last; she was certain that, sooner or later, the blow would fall, but she wisely resolved to put the whole unhappy business from her mind and make hay while her brief college sun still shone. The arrival of Elfreda Briggs and Arline Thayer three days before the date set for the entertainment made things seem like old times.
"Which is more than can be said of some of yours," laughed Miriam. "Strange you never found out about that, isn't it?" It was Elfreda's turn to nod. "I have often thought I would go to Miss Atkins and ask her why she left me to languish dinnerless in my room after inviting me to eat, drink and be merry," mused Elfreda. "I hate to go home with the mystery unsolved.
Do we go on or do we camp here?" "I don't like the climate of Spring Brook at all. It is too warm and malarial for me," interjected Miss Briggs. "I agree with you, J. Elfreda," replied Grace laughingly. "I would suggest that we detour to the right and proceed over the ridge, and on into the mountains where there may be a probability that we shall not be molested. What do you say, people?"
I used to hope that I might some day become a writer. But I know now that it isn't in me." "But many actors and actresses have been writers, too," put in Elfreda. "I know it. Still, the most successful plays have been written by men and women outside the profession," argued Anne. "I wish I could write, but I know my limitations and they stop this side of authorship.
"It doesn't sound reasonable to me. I do not see how we should be any safer on the farm you speak of, than we shall be by following the trail to Hall's Corners, all the time attending strictly to our own business," observed Elfreda. "Nor do I," agreed Grace. "I will tell you why, Elfreda," answered Hippy.
It was Grace Harlowe who, in an incisive tone of voice, gave the order to Nora. "Why should I jump back?" demanded Nora, turning a flushed face to her companions. What she saw, however, caused Nora to take a few slow steps backwards. Three revolvers were pointed over her head at the mountaineer. The revolvers were in the hands of Grace Harlowe, Lieutenant Wingate and Elfreda Briggs.
Emma was dancing about in a high state of excitement. "Hippy's gone down! Hippy's gone down!" she cried. "Gone down where?" demanded Grace, appearing on the scene at that juncture. "He must have gone very suddenly, for I surely heard him yell less than five minutes ago," averred Elfreda. "Look, look!" urged Emma, pointing to Hippy's tent, only the top of which was visible above the ground.
"I should say not," sympathized Miriam, forgetting that she did not yearn for J. Elfreda as a roommate. "What did you do after you discovered your mistake?" "I left the Register's office, his deeds, and all the rest of that building in pretty short order," continued Elfreda. "When I reached the street I went straight back to the station and hired a carriage to take me to Ralston House. Mrs.
Julie cried a little, and the sick children clung to Grace and Elfreda as if they could not let them go. Before leaving, Nora slipped some money into Julie's hand. "This is for new clothes and shoes for yourself, the children and your mother," she whispered. "My Hippy wished me to give it to you."
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