Dorothy Dale : a girl of today by Margaret Penrose
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then she bowed her head--she had to cry! Dorothy was at her side
instantly. "Dear Miss Ellis," she murmured, "don't take it so seriously. It will be all right. I'm sure those two girls are well able to take care of themselves, and I suspect Alice went more for mischief than for anything. Perhaps I had better run down to father's office, and tell him about it; he will know exactly what to do." The girls all looked on with sad faces. They had never before seen Miss Ellis cry in school. But she raised her head now, and seemed better able to control her feelings. "I think, Dorothy," she said, "it may be better to wait awhile. Something may happen to--save the girls from really going to his office. We will try to study, and perhaps we may have our picnic yet." But it was a difficult matter to apply minds to books that morning; too much had happened to be turned readily aside for mere school work. Such whispering had never been permitted before, although the girls did try to be kind to Miss Ellis, she looked so sad and worried. Meanwhile the two girls, Tavia and Alice, had been having their own experiences. Upon reaching the street they stepped up along side the squire, so that persons in passing thought they were merely walking along to keep the aged man company. But Ralph Willoby was not so easily misled. |
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