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Updated: June 26, 2025
"We won't an-n-ny of us start for Snow Camp again!" quavered Lluella Fairfax. "We'll be frozen dead that's what'll happen to us." "I am dreadfully cold," said Madge. "How are you, Heavy?" "Stiff as a poker, thank you!" returned the irrepressible. "I haven't any feet at all now. They've frozen and dropped off!" "Don't talk so terribly!" wailed Belle. "We are freezing to death here. I am sleepy.
The storm drove them on, and suddenly, when Jennie Stone gave utterance to a wild whoop and disappeared from view, Lluella and Belle burst out crying again, and even Madge showed signs of weakening. "Help! help!" she cried. "She's fallen down a precipice!" "She's smothered in a snow-bank!" gasped Helen. Heavy uttered another cry, but seemingly from a great way off.
I promised to ask you the minute you arrived, Ruthie, and now you've been here ten at least." "It is something splendid," laughed Lluella, clapping her hands, evidently being already a sharer in Belle's secret. "I'll tell you if they'll let me," panted Belle, shaking Ruth a little. "Father's bought Cliff Island. It's a splendid place. We were there for part of the summer.
"Finally I told her if she was going to have nervous prostration getting ready to take physical culture, she'd better wait and take it when she was convalescent." "I hope Lluella will be careful of her hands," said the fleshy lady on Mrs. Belding's right. "She's always bruising or cutting her fingers. Just like her aunt. Her aunt always had to wear gloves doing her housework."
"Do tell your story, Miss!" and Heavy yawned monstrously. "How dare you yawn before 'taps'?" cried Belle. "I'll douse the water-pitcher over you, Jennie." At this threat the fat girl sat up promptly and again urged Lluella to continue her tale.
"Come into our room, Cameron," said Lluella Fairfax, lazily, "and I will tell the tale and harrow up thy young soul " "And make thy hair stand on end like quills upon the fretful 'porkypine," finished Mary Cox. "Yes! let Lluella tell it. It is well for Infants to learn the legends as well as the rules of Briarwood Hall." Helen was used to being called "Infant" by now and didn't mind so much.
"See yonder! isn't that more snow coming?" "Bah!" exclaimed Lluella, interrupting, "What's a little snow?" "Cautious Ruthie is usually right," said Madge Steele, frankly. "Let's go back." "But we've scarcely got anything in the bags yet!" wailed Jennie Stone. "All this walk on these clumsy old snowshoes for nothing?"
"My!" exclaimed Lluella Fairfax, "isn't that lay-out enough to punish our poor digestive organs for a month? The last time we were caught and brought up before Mrs. Tellingham she warned us that sweetcake and pickles were as immoral as yellow-covered novels!" "And she proved it, too," laughed the Fox.
Besides Ruth, she had invited Madge Steele, Jennie Stone, Belle Tingley, and Lluella Fairfax to be of the party. She had invited one other girl from Briarwood, too; but Mary Cox had refused the invitation.
Ruth will forgive, of course," said Helen, sharply. "But I won't. They ought to be paid back." "Wouldn't it be best to just cut them right out of our good times?" suggested Belle. "But won't that cut us out of their good times?" urged Heavy. "And boys always do think up better fun than girls." "I never would admit it!" cried Madge. "You always have been a regular Tom-boy, Jennie," said Lluella.
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