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?©, Lyda Farrington

"We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses"


Those unmannerly things burst out laughing, as if this were a great
joke; and with a smothered exclamation, Phil started for the door,
knocking over a chair as he went.
Well, if you had seen me scoot down that hall and out of the door! I
simply _flew_, and barely got round the corner in the shadow, when Phil
and Felix came along. Phil looked like a thundercloud, and instead of
leaning on his arm, Fee just had hold of a piece of Phil's sleeve. They
marched along in dead silence, and got into the elevator.
I hung around a little, until I was sure they were out of the way,
then I went down; the elevator man looked harder than ever at me,--I
suppose he wondered why I hadn't gone with Fee,--but I pretended I
didn't notice.
I'd never been out very late alone before, and at first it seemed queer;
but I hurried, so that I soon forgot all about that. You see I wanted to
get home before the boys did, and yet I had to look out that I didn't
run across them.
I hadn't thought of the time at Chad's; but we must have been there a
good while, for when I got to the house the drawing-room windows were
closed, and so was the front door. I don't know what I'd have done if
cook hadn't come to close the basement door just as I got to our stoop,
and I slipped in that way.


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