Young women -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"It's about the same to other people," said Rosalind shrewdly. "We both
gave ourselves airs, and the wesult was the same, whatever caused it. I
was pwoud of my face, and you were pwoud of your--your--er--family--and
your cleverness, and--the twicks you played; so if I confess, you ought
to confess too. I'm sorry I aggwavated you, Mawiquita, and took all the
pwaise for the decowations. It was howwibly mean, and I don't wonder
you were angwy. I'm sorry that I was selfish!"
"I exceedingly regret that I formed a false estimate of your character!
Let's be chums!" said Peggy sweetly; and the two girls eyed one another
uncertainly for a moment, then bent forward and exchanged a kiss of
conciliation, after which unusual display of emotion they were seized
with instant embarrassment.
"Hem!" said Peggy. "It's very cold! Fire rather low, I think. Looks
as if it were going to snow."
"No," said Rosalind; "I mean--yes. I'll put on some more--I mean coals.
In half an hour Esther and Mellicent will be here--"
"Oh, so they will! How lovely!" Peggy seized gladly on the new
opening, and proceeded to enlarge on the joy which she felt at the
prospect of seeing her friends again, for on that afternoon Robert and
the vicarage party were to be allowed to see her for the first time, and
to have tea in her room. She had been looking forward to their visit
for days, and, new that the longed-for hour was at hand, she was eager
to have the lamps lit, and all preparations made for their arrival.
Robert appeared first, having ridden over in advance of the rest. And
Rosalind, after going out to greet him, came rushing back, all shaken
with laughter, with the information that he had begun to walk on tiptoe
the moment that he had left the drawing-room, and was creeping along the
passage as if terrified at making a sound.
Peggy craned her head, heard the squeak, squeak of boots coming nearer
and nearer, the cautious opening of the door, the heavy breaths of
anxiety, and then, crash!--bang!--crash! down flopped the heavy screen
round the doorway, and Rob was discovered standing among the ruins in
agonies of embarrassment. From his expression of despair, he might have
supposed that the shock would kill Peggy outright; but she gulped down
her nervousness, and tried her best to reassure him.
"Oh, never mind--never mind! It doesn't matter. Come over here and
talk to me. Oh, Rob, Rob, I am so glad to see you!"
Robert stood looking down in silence, while his lips twitched and his
eyebrows worked in curious fashion. If it had not been altogether too
ridiculous, Peggy would have thought that he felt inclined to cry. But
he only grunted, and cried--
"What a face! You had better tuck into as much food as you can, and get
some flesh on your bones. It's about as big as the palm of my hand!
Never saw such a thing in my life."
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