Kit of Greenacre FarmForrester, Izola L. (Izola Louise)
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Kit of Greenacre Farm
Forrester, Izola L. (Izola Louise)
Family -- Juvenile fiction; Farm life -- Juvenile fiction; Friendship -- Juvenile fiction
Yet Kit was positive now that neither the Dean nor his sister had come to
meet her. She stood in the waiting-room quite unconscious of the attention
she attracted, for Kit would have been singled out from the multitude
anywhere by reason of what Jean called "her unique individuality."
She wore a dark tan serge traveling coat with a brown service cap to match
that set a bit rakishly on her red curls. There was about her an air of
buoyant and friendly self-possession, which always ingratiated her with
any casual acquaintances. Therefore it was no wonder that Mr. Bellamy
glanced at her several times with interest, even while his gaze sought
through the crowd for a young New England type of boy, bound for Delphi,
Wis.
But Kit noticed Mr. Bellamy. Noticed his alert anxiety as he walked up
and down, eyeing every newcomer. He was eighteen or nineteen, and
unmistakably looking for some one. Even while Kit watched him, she saw a
girl of about her own age hurry up to him. Her voice reached her plainly,
as she said:
"I've looked up and down that end, and I'm positive he isn't there. Oh,
but the Dean will lecture you, Rex, if you miss him."
At this identical moment, Rex's eyes met a pair of dancing, mischievous
ones, and Kit crossed over to where they stood.
"I do believe you must be looking for me," she said. "I'm Kit Robbins."
"Oh, but we were expecting your brother," exclaimed the other girl,
eagerly.
"I know, the whole family have," said Kit, placidly, "for years and years.
But there aren't any boys at all in our family," and here she smiled
sweetly, and quite innocently. "I'm afraid the Dean made a little mistake,
didn't he? Do you think he'll mind so very much when he sees me?"
"Mind?" repeated Mr. Bellamy. "Why, I think he'll be perfectly delighted.
My name is Rex Wade Bellamy, Miss Robbins, and this is my sister, Anne.
We're close neighbors of the Dean and Miss Daphne, and as we happened to
be coming in town to-day they asked us to be sure to meet your----" Here
he hesitated.
"My brother," laughed Kit. "Well, here I am, and I only hope that mother's
letter reached them this morning, explaining everything. Of course, they
did write for a boy, and it takes so long for a letter to get out here and
be answered, that I told mother and Dad I knew it would be perfectly all
right for me to come instead. Don't you think it will be?"
Anne's blue eyes were brimful of merriment.
"Oh, dear," she exclaimed. "I do wish I could go back with you, so I could
see their faces when they find out. I don't live in Delphi. Mother and I
have been here all summer so I could keep up my music at the conservatory.
Rex has had to 'batch it' alone, but we'll be back in a week, so I'll see
you then, and anyway, we're sure to visit back and forth. I'm awfully
glad you're a girl."
"But I won't be here all winter," Kit answered. "I've only come for a
couple of months. On trial, you know. Maybe it'll only be a couple of
days, if they're fearfully disappointed."
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