Autobiographical notes . long, Gwendoline and Betty were pre-paring for their return to school. No more mad dog, sighed Betty, on themorning of their departure, as she flattenedher nose against the cold window-pane andwatched for the hired conveyance which wasto take them to the station. No more theatricals, said Dulce, drawlino-out the long word with a sense of pride. No more anything, said Betty. Theres school, interposed Gwen briskly.— Is Hamilton coming, Betty ? Yes, here he comes ! cried Dorothy, spring- 102 CONCLUSION. ing off the window-seat and waving her muff. Im going to the station.
Autobiographical notes . long, Gwendoline and Betty were pre-paring for their return to school. No more mad dog, sighed Betty, on themorning of their departure, as she flattenedher nose against the cold window-pane andwatched for the hired conveyance which wasto take them to the station. No more theatricals, said Dulce, drawlino-out the long word with a sense of pride. No more anything, said Betty. Theres school, interposed Gwen briskly.— Is Hamilton coming, Betty ? Yes, here he comes ! cried Dorothy, spring- 102 CONCLUSION. ing off the window-seat and waving her muff. Im going to the station. In spite of the younger ones high spirits,it was a sad Httle party that hurried down tothe door, where the covered carriage waited. Good-bye, mother. Yes, well go over thebridge, not over the rails. Well be quitewarm.—Good-bye, father ; good-bye, Nurse ;good-bye, good-bye! And then the door was shut on a carriagefulof Overtons, and the wheels rolled down theavenue which led from Coldborough Vicarageto the road. -^w. \ ^ I / > / / \
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