"The Story Girl said it would, and I wanted to, but mother wouldn't let me.

She said it was all nonsense, and Mr.Campbell would never notice what I had on." "It's my opinion that Mr.Campbell notices a good deal more than you'd think for," I said sagely.
"Well, I wish our call was over," sighed Cecily.

"I can't tell you how I dread it." "Now, see here, Sis," I said cheerfully, "let's not think about it till we get there.

It'll only spoil our walk and do no good.

Let's just forget it and enjoy ourselves." "I'll try," agreed Cecily, "but it's ever so much easier to preach than to practise." Our way lay first over a hill top, gallantly plumed with golden rod, where cloud shadows drifted over us like a gypsying crew.