Girls -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
"There's no use staying angry at Alice!" Keineth protested in a low
tone to Peggy as they walked away. She felt sorry for the little girl
standing at a little distance irresolutely swinging a croquet mallet.
"It was her secret, anyway and Aunt Nellie would have found out about
the shoe some time. Perhaps we were wrong not to tell her at first."
"You always stand up for everybody," Peggy complained, dropping
Keineth's arm in vexation. But Peggy's sunny nature could not long
carry a grudge of any kind. She had made a solemn vow, too, that she
would never be unkind to Alice again! And there _would_ be just time
before dark to play one more game of croquet!
"Will you play, Allie? You can have red and play last," she cried.
"Come on, Ken!"
CHAPTER XI
PILOT WINS A HOME
"What a horrid day!" with a wide yawn Peggy threw the stocking she was
darning into the basket. "I wish mother wouldn't make me wear
stockings--then I wouldn't have any holes!"
"I wish the sun would shine," Alice chimed, disconsolately.
"If mother were here, she would say that we must make our own
sunshine," Barbara laughed. She was folding carefully the white
undergarment she had finished making for her college "trousseau"--as
her father called it.
"Well, it seems as if everything goes wrong all at once," Peggy refused
to be cheered. The children knew she was thinking of Pilot. Pilot's
disgrace and sentence hung like a gloomy cloud over their hearts.
"Who'd believe you could think so much of a dog?" Keineth frowned as
she pondered the thought. "I used to think Aunt Josephine was so silly
over Fido. I am sure Fido was never as nice as our Pilot, but I suppose
Aunt Josephine thinks he's much nicer. Once he swallowed a paper of
needles from Aunt Josephine's work basket and she almost fainted, and
Celeste had to call a doctor for her and another for the dog and they
sent the dog to a hospital. Then Aunt Josephine blamed Celeste and told
her she must leave at once and Celeste had hysterics, for you see she'd
been with my aunt since she was very young and they had to send for the
doctor again for Celeste."
"Oh, how funny!" laughed Peggy, though Keineth's face was very serious.
"Then Aunt Josephine felt sorry and forgave Celeste and they called up
the next day from the hospital to say that Fido was very well and that
needles seemed to agree with him. But Aunt Josephine worried for weeks
and weeks over him."
"Pilot would know better than to eat needles," Alice broke in
scornfully.
"Yes--he likes shoes and goldfish," Barbara finished. "Where's Billy?"
From the mother to the smallest of them they felt sorry for Billy. For,
though Billy had said not a word concerning the fate of his pet, the
hurt look in his eyes betrayed the sorrow he felt. No one knew where he
was--he had disappeared quietly after breakfast. And Pilot was with
him.
"No tennis or golf to-day," grieved Barbara, going to the window.
"Anyway we can swim," cried Peggy.
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