The Meadow-Brook Girls Under Canvas by Janet Aldridge
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of unruly hair from her flushed face.
"Conthulting the Oracle," lisped Grace Thompson, more familiarly known among her friends as Tommy. "I should think you would prefer to cool off in the shade after that climb up the hill. I'm perishing. If you knew what sight you are you'd come in out of the sun, wouldn't she, Hazel?" Hazel Holland regarded Margery solemnly. "You are a sight yourself, Buster. Your face is as red as a beet. I wish you might see yourself in a looking glass." Buster tossed her head disdainfully. "I'm not a sight," she declared. "I'll leave it to Tommy if your face isn't positively crimson." But Tommy was too fully absorbed in her present occupation to give heed to the remark. "I'm sorry Harriet isn't here," continued Hazel, seeing that Tommy had not heard her. "Why isn't she here?" asked Margery. "Harriet is helping her mother," replied Hazel. "She always has something to do at home. She is a much better girl than either you or I, Buster. Harriet is always thinking of others instead of herself." "Well, she's older. She is sixteen and I am only fourteen. By the time I'm her age I will settle down, too," declared Margery wisely. |
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