Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
However, Sidney Graham soon covered all differences in the attire of
his guests by insisting that they should don the two long blanket coats
that he handed them; and somehow when George was seated in the big
leather front seat, with that great handsome coat around his shoulders,
he did not much mind the blue velvet girl behind him, and mentally
resolved to earn enough to get Carol a coat like it some day; only
Carol's should be pink or red to go with her black eyes and pink cheeks.
After all, it was Shirley, not George, who felt embarrassment over the
strange girl and wished she had not come. She was vexed with herself
for it, too. It was foolish to let a child no older than Carol fluster
her so, but the thought of a long ride alone on that back seat with the
dainty young girl actually frightened her.
But Elizabeth was not frightened. She had been brought up in the
society atmosphere, and was at home with people always, everywhere.
She tucked the robes about her guest, helped Shirley button the big,
soft dark-blue coat about her, remarking that it got awfully chilly
when they were going; and somehow before Shirley had been able to think
of a single word to say in response the conversation seemed to be
moving along easily without her aid.
"Sid says we're going to pick up your sister from her school. I'm so
glad! How old is she? About my age? Won't that be delightful? I'm
rather lonesome this spring because all my friends are in school. I've
been away at boarding-school, and got the measles. Wasn't that too
silly for a great big girl like me? And the doctor said I couldn't
study any more this spring on account of my eyes. It's terribly
lonesome. I've been home six weeks now, and I don't know what to do
with myself. What's your sister's name? Carol? Carol Hollister?
That's a pretty name! Is she the only sister you have? A baby sister?
How sweet! What's her name? Oh, I think Doris is the cutest name
ever. Doris Hollister. Why don't we go and get Doris? Wouldn't she
like to ride, too? Oh, it's too bad your mother is ill; but of course
she wouldn't want to stay all alone in the house without some of her
family."
Elizabeth was tactful. She knew at a glance that trained nurses and
servants could not be plentiful in a family where the young people wore
such plain, old-style garments. She gave no hint of such a thought,
however.
"That's your brother," she went on, nodding toward George. "I've got
another brother, but he's seventeen and away at college, so I don't see
much of him. Sid's very good to me when he has time, and often he
takes me to ride. We're awfully jolly chums, Sid and I. Is this the
school where your sister goes? She's in high school, then. The third
year? My! She must be bright. I've only finished my second. Does
she know she's going with us? What fun to be called out of school by a
surprise! Oh, I just know I'm going to like her."
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