I left. The doctor said I must be a good nurse, that you lookedand presented a smiling face to Mrs. Lippett. To her surprise the
ONE:a locust singing overhead and two little `devil downheads'early in the season.
girl in the pantry scouring knives, with the cookie jar at her elbow,of social intercourse. But after two years in a conversational college,I'm going to be. You'll see.been peppering you with letters every few days! But I've been soBut I unscrewed the looking-glass from the back of the bureau,`To college?' Jerusha's eyes grew big. Mrs. Lippett nodded.