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<h2 id="c6">CHAPTER VI ON THE LAWN</h2> “When I was a very small girl,” exclaimed Mollie Richards, otherwise known as Dick, “I used to hope I would die young so I could escape the tooth-filling process, but here I am, doing these dreadful exams, and I haven’t died yet.” “Never despair,” quoted Rose-Mary. “The worst is yet to come.” “Cheer up, fellows,” lisped little Nita Brandt, “We’ve been promised a clam-bake when it’s all over.” “Yes, I fancy it will be all over with me when that clam-bake arrives,” sighed Edna Black. “Since Tavia has ‘turned turtle’ I don’t even have the fun of sneezing for exercise.” “It’s an ill wind—and so on,” ventured Dick. “That was a most abominable habit of yours—sneezing when you were too lazy to open your mouth to laugh.” “But I never would have believed that Tavia would get so—so—” <div class="pb" id="Page_56">[56]</div> “Batty,” finished Amy Brooks. “It’s slang, but I know of no English word into which the explicit ‘batty’ may be translated.” “And Tavia of all girls,” added Ned, ponderingly. “But it seems to agree with her,” declared Cologne. “Haven’t you noticed her petal complexion?” “Too much like the drug store variety,” objected Nita. “I like something more substantial.” “Sour grapes,” fired back Ned, who could always be depended on to take Tavia’s part. “Yours is so perfect—” “Oh, I know—freckles,” admitted the confused Nita with a pout. “Fair skins always freckle.” “Then why don’t you close the ‘fair’ and raffle off,” suggested Dick. “Much easier than sleeping in lemon juice every night.” “Molly Richards, you’re too smart!” snapped the abused one. “Not altogether so,” replied Dick. “At least this abominable French can’t prove it. I have always believed that the only way to acquire a good French accent would be to get acute tonsilitis. Then one might choke out the gutterals beautifully.” <div class="pb" id="Page_57">[57]</div> The girls of Glenwood school were supposed to be busy preparing for examinations. They had congregated in little knots, out of doors, scattering under the leafing oaks, and the temptation to gossip was evidently more than mere girls could withstand amid such surroundings. “There’s Dorothy now,” announced Cologne, as the latter turned into the path. “Yes, and there’s Tavia,” followed Ned, showing keen pleasure as the late absent one made her appearance on the lawn. “Now we will have a chance to study her complex—” lisped Nita with rather a malicious tone. “Suit you better to study your complex—verbs,” snapped Ned, while Tavia and Dorothy came up at that moment. Profuse greetings were showered upon Tavia, for the girls were well pleased to have her back with them, and it must be admitted that every eye which turned toward her came back in an unanimous vote “beautiful.” Even Nita did not dare cast a dissenting glance—she could not, for indeed Tavia had improved wonderfully, as we have seen, under the “grooming.” <div class="pb" id="Page_58">[58]</div> Her hazel eyes shown brighter than ever in her clear peach-blow skin, her hair was not now “too near red” as Nita had been in the habit of declaring, but a true chestnut brown, and as “glossy as her new tan shoes,” whispered Ned to Cologne. Tavia wore her brown gingham dress, and much to the surprise of her companions, had “her neck turned in.” “What happened to your collar?” asked Dick, with a merry twinkle in her eyes. “I happened to it,” answered Tavia promptly. “No sense in having one’s neck all marked up from collars—going about advertising capital punishment.” “Behold the new woman! We will make her president of our peace conference. But of course we would not expect her to settle her own ‘squabs’ with Nita. We will have a committee of subs, for that department of the work,” said Cologne as she made room for Dorothy at her side, being anxious to get a private word with her. Tavia found a place between Ned and Dick, and soon the others were at least pretending to be at their books, realizing that too much time had already been wasted on outside matters. <div class="pb" id="Page_59">[59]</div> The morning typified one of those rare days in June, and the girls on the lawn were like human spring blossoms—indeed what is more beautiful than a wholesome, happy young girl? She need not be especially beautiful in feature, for health and happiness make her irresistible to the real student of beauty, and the wonderful charm of human life seems nowhere to be so perfectly depicted as in the personality of a young girl. “At last,” announced Lena Berg, rolling over as the bell for recreation sounded, ending the period of open-air study usually allowed at this season. Instantly the others were on their feet, and, as quickly had paired off for their favorite pastime. Ned and Tavia were together, Dorothy was with Cologne, and the others had selected their companions to suit their particular fancy. “Say, Parson,” began Cologne, using the name made for Dorothy from her initials “D. D.,” and placing her arm about Dorothy’s waist, “we’ve got a great scheme on. We’re going swimming!” “Swimming!” Dorothy almost screamed. “Exactly that,” insisted Cologne. “Mrs. Pangborn has given the permission and we are to go to Squinty Lake to-morrow afternoon.” <div class="pb" id="Page_60">[60]</div> “Squinty Lake?” echoed Dorothy in surprise. “Well, they call it Sunset, you know, but Ned declares it is ‘Squinty’ as no one can look out of the front of her eyes on the shores of it. But isn’t it too giddy—to go swimming so early. And to think that Higley is the best swimmer of the respected faculty. Now if our dear little Camille Crane were here—Feathers, you know. But I don’t suppose she will be back to the bench this season. Wasn’t it too bad she should break down?” rattled on Cologne. “But for the swimming! Aren’t you perfectly delighted? You haven’t said a single word.” “Why I haven’t had a chance,” replied Dorothy laughing. “Of course it is lovely to think you can go.” “I can go! Aren’t you going?” “I don’t believe so. Tavia is so fond of swimming, and I am sure she would not dare go in the water so soon after her fever. So I guess I’ll stay home to keep her company.” “Oh, you silly!” exclaimed Cologne. “Why should you stay out on her account?” and, possibly there was a note of jealousy in the girl’s tone, and a hint of it in her manner. “I’m very sure she wouldn’t do as much for you.” <div class="pb" id="Page_61">[61]</div> “Indeed she would, Cologne,” Dorothy hurried to say. “You have no idea how kind Tavia can be and has been to me. Why, when I was sick home in Dalton, she stayed with me night and day.” “Well, I can’t see why you shouldn’t go in bathing when you get a chance. Precious seldom the chance comes at Glenwood.” “I suppose Mrs. Pangborn has hired the beach,” ventured Dorothy. “Yes, worse luck. Afraid any one would see our orphan asylum bathing suits.” “Indeed, I think those brown suits very pretty,” objected Dorothy. “I thought so when I saw them taken out this spring. Of course I have never worn one.” “Of course you haven’t,” agreed Cologne. “That’s why you like ’em, but you should try to swim dog fashion in one of those knickerbockers. The skirts are built for hoops, but they seemed to run short of goods on the bloomers.” “But it is awfully good of Mrs. Pangborn to provide for bathing when we will soon be at our own summer quarters for it.” <div class="pb" id="Page_62">[62]</div> “Yes, I admitted that much at the start, if you will remember. But, really, Doro, you had better make up your mind to go in. It’s all nonsense to stay out to keep Tavia company. I’m sure she would rather see you in the swim.” “I’ll see,” answered Dorothy, as they turned back into the path that led to the Hall. <div class="pb" id="Page_63">[63]</div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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