Glenloch Girls by Grace M. Remick
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fact I'm sure we are all going to be such good chums that I shan't
know which one I like best." "That's the very nicest way," answered Mrs. Hamilton. "Bless me, is it lunch time?" she added as Katie appeared in the doorway. "You are an entertaining hostess, my dear, and you have made me forget how fast time flies." Ruth was glad that the cool afternoon gave an excuse for a fire, for she loved the crackle and warmth, and the soft color that the fire-glow threw over everything. As she looked around her pretty room with a satisfied air, there was a patter of feet on the stairs, a suppressed giggle and then a knock. "Come in, come in," cried Ruth, throwing the door wide open. "I was beginning to be afraid you weren't coming." "It's my fault, as usual," said Charlotte in a resigned tone. "The girls called for me, and just as we were going to start one of the twins fell into a kettle of grape-juice that had been left to cool in the summer-kitchen." "Oh! Was he badly burned?" cried Ruth. "No, it was cold, but he'll be purple for the next week, I suppose. Of course I had to stop and wring him out and make him as clean as I could. He's a sight, though." The contrast between Charlotte's tragic tone and the picture she gave of her small brother was too much for Ruth's gravity, and she |
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