. Mary Ware, the Little Colonel's chum . nclePhil, Eugenia had written, in her letter of invita-tion. And Phil himself would be there, — maybe. Hewas trying to get his work in shape so that he couldbe home at Christmas time. Mary did not realizehow much her anticipations of this visit were tingedby the glow of that maybe. Her thoughts ran aheadto that day at Eugenias oftener than to any otherpart of the grand outing. There was to be a wholeweek of sight-seeing in New York sandwiched inbetween the cozy hours at home with Joyce in herstudio, and then on the roundabout way back toschool a stop-ov
. Mary Ware, the Little Colonel's chum . nclePhil, Eugenia had written, in her letter of invita-tion. And Phil himself would be there, — maybe. Hewas trying to get his work in shape so that he couldbe home at Christmas time. Mary did not realizehow much her anticipations of this visit were tingedby the glow of that maybe. Her thoughts ran aheadto that day at Eugenias oftener than to any otherpart of the grand outing. There was to be a wholeweek of sight-seeing in New York sandwiched inbetween the cozy hours at home with Joyce in herstudio, and then on the roundabout way back toschool a stop-over at Annapolis, for a few hourswith Holland. Filled with such an ineffable spirit of content thatshe would not have exchanged places with any onein the whole world, she watched the last bus load 124 MARY WARE drive away, waving their handkerchiefs all down theavenue, and singing: « O Warwick Hall, dear Warwick Hall,The joys of Yule now homeward still well keep the tryst with you,Though for a time we say ! Adieu !. u THE GIRLISH FIGURE ENVELOPED IN A LONG LOOSE WORKING APRON.
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