"Where
is Miss McMurtry?"
Betty made a wry face. "Gone into town, if you please, to see about
some books--school books. Oh, it wasn't because I didn't agree with
Esther's song that I made her stop singing, it was because it was so
dreadfully true that I felt at the moment I couldn't bear it. You are
sorry too, aren't you, Nan?" she queried, turning to the girl on the
other side of her who was sewing industriously on a soft blue cashmere
frock, almost similar in color and texture to the one Betty had at this
moment inside her trunk. The gown represented the complete restoration
of peace between Nan and Betty. At first there had been some difficulty
in persuading Nan to accept it, but after all Betty had been kinder than
most of the other girls! Moreover, there had been many other expressions
of apology in words and deeds that Nan had accepted and stored away in
her heart.
"I just can't bear to think of it either," she replied slowly, letting
her hands rest idly in her lap for a moment. "I guess you other girls
can't ever know what these weeks in camp have been to me and what a lot
I've learned. I hope I ain't going to forget it ever and Miss Martha
says she is going to try to get them to let me come back to the High
School. It will be all right if any one will trust me enough to give me
work to do afternoons.
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