St Nicholas [serial] . , tones, that you would — But the absurd-ity of the thing sud-denly struck her,and she began tolaugh. No, Phil-ip, she gasped ; itwas all our own idi-ocy— I dont blameyou a bit. This iswhere the surprisecomes in, Sally. But think of allthat supper, girls! groaned Katherine. We 11 make youeat enough for six,Mr. Philip How-land, you sinner! But he cantdance enough forsix! grievedJeanie,looking ruefully ather pretty 11 never,never hear the lastof this! exclaimedEmily, looking tear-ful. And our funis all spoiled. Oh, of course we ve got to have those boys, said M
St Nicholas [serial] . , tones, that you would — But the absurd-ity of the thing sud-denly struck her,and she began tolaugh. No, Phil-ip, she gasped ; itwas all our own idi-ocy— I dont blameyou a bit. This iswhere the surprisecomes in, Sally. But think of allthat supper, girls! groaned Katherine. We 11 make youeat enough for six,Mr. Philip How-land, you sinner! But he cantdance enough forsix! grievedJeanie,looking ruefully ather pretty 11 never,never hear the lastof this! exclaimedEmily, looking tear-ful. And our funis all spoiled. Oh, of course we ve got to have those boys, said Mary, cheerfully. Where are they, Philip? Do you happen to know? At Jacks; I 11 go and round em up—have em here in five minutes. Those awful boys know all about it! wailed Emily, as the door closed behind Philip. Oh, we never shall hear the last of this! And there are six unfeeling boys in Brintonwho seem determined that her prophecy shallshe turned to Philip, who was uncomfortably be fulfilled to the very and back again to Serena, while Marys keeneyes were on the three of them. Is there any one here who did nt askPhilip to come to this party? she asked incalm desperation. Emily? Jeanie? Then BABY ELTON, THE QUARTER-BACK. By Leslie W. Quirk. Baby Elton limped slowly away fromthe gymnasium in the fast-gathering was proud of the limp, for it was an injuryof the football-field, a symbol of the pluck withwhich he had launched his one hundred andthirty pounds of muscle against some one hun-dred and eighty pounds of brawn in a success-ful tackle which laid to the ground a paddedgiant of the gridiron. Moreover, it hadbeen no common player who was thus stoppedwith unerring skill, but the captain of the var-sity team. It was all in a practice game, to be sure, andElton had been playing on the scrub or sec-ond eleven. But, for all that, the fact remainedthat he had stopped the burly full-back captainafter half a dozen others had failed. And, toadd to the glory o
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