Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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of the struggle with herself. But there was an element of the heroic
in her character. She never did anything by halves; like the little girl so often quoted, "when she was good, she was very, _very_, good." Marion stood a moment looking at her. "And do you really mean," she said at length, "that you are ready to give up the _role_ you were so delighted with yesterday, and the satisfaction of queening it over your companions if only for an hour?--that you are willing to make the sacrifice to honor the Blessed Virgin?" With some embarrassment, Abby admitted that this was her motive. A sudden thought occurred to Marion. "Then, Abby, you shall!" said she. "I'll arrange it; but don't say a word about it to any one. Let the girls think you are to be Queen, if they please. Why, missy," she went on, becoming enthusiastic, "it is really a clever idea for our drama. We shall have a lovely May piece, after all." Marion hastened away, intent upon working out the new plan which her quick fancy had already sketched in outline. To be sure, she and Ellen had devised a different one, and agreed that each should write certain scenes. Ellen had taken the first opportunity that morning to whisper that she had devoted to the drama all the previous evening and an hour before breakfast. Marion, indeed, had done the same. "But it will not make any difference. We can change the lines a little," she said to herself, after reading the manuscript, which Ellen passed to her at the hour of German study,--a time they were allowed to take for this particular composition. |
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