Miss Martha Rose made it.
"We would be pleased to see Miss Solly Adams
also," said Miss Martha.
Flora Carruth echoed her. "I was so glad to hear
another nice girl had come to the village," said she
with enthusiasm. Miss Dorothy Vernon said some-
thing indefinite to the same effect.
"I am sorry," replied Sally, with an effort, "but
there is no Miss Solly Adams here now." She spoke
the truth as nearly as she could manage without
unraveling the whole ridiculous affair. The callers
sighed with regret, tea was served with little cakes,
and they fluttered down the walk, holding their card-
cases, and that ordeal was over.
But Sally sought the rector in his study, and she
was trembling. "Edward," she cried out, regardless
of her husband's sermon, "something must be done
now."
"Why, what is the matter, Sally?"
"People are -- calling on her."
"Calling on whom?"
"Big sister -- Solly!" Sally explained.
"Well, don't worry, dear," said the rector. "Of
course we will do something, but we must think it
over. Where is the child now?"
"She and Jim are out in the garden. I saw them
pass the window just now. Jim is such a dear boy,
he tries hard to be nice to her. Edward Patterson,
we ought not to wait."
"My dear, we must."
Meantime Jim and Content Adams were out in
the garden.
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