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hat. But Nancy stayed near the sick girl, who seemed still anxious to talk of her secrets. “The money, you know, Nancy,” she said, when Margot had left for some fresh water. “I had saved that to buy the little lot next here.” “Next here?” queried Nancy, again much perplexed at Orilla’s statement. “Yes. There’s a st

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rip of land adjoining this. It is only a fisherman’s place and he promised to sell it to me very cheap. I had almost enough money, and the fresh-air parties were to pay me more. But I won’t need it now. This is—so—much better,” and the sick girl sighed happily. “You were trying so hard to get money to buy land near here,”

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Nancy repeated, beginning to understand Orilla’s struggles. “Yes. It’s in the little brown bag, but half299 of it belongs to Rosa. She must have it back,” Orilla said firmly. “But I’m sure she won’t take it—” declared Nancy. “Then I’ll have to give it to mother. Poor mother, she has worked so hard,” Orilla sighe

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d. “But this, having me here again, will surely make her happy.” Dr. Easton found Orilla highly nervous, and privately he told Margot and Mrs. Rigney that the fancied injustice had so preyed upon the girl’s mind she had been unable, for the time being at least, to control her bitterness. This would now be removed and so her health would be sure to improve. Mrs. Rigney had been brought back in the car, as the girls arranged, and in spite of her daughter’s illness they were all almost happy. “It is her dream come true,” said Nancy to Rosa. “And she has just given her mother the brown bag with the money. She wanted to give you half.” “I wouldn’t take a penny,” declared Rosa sharply. “I gave her that and it’s all hers.” 300 “That’s what I told her, Rosa,” Nancy replied. “You won’t miss me so much now, you’ll be so busy with all this,” she pointed out. “I had a letter from mother today—” “You can’t go home—yet,” cried Rosa instantly. “You have got to be here when Betty and Dad come. You must know what they say when they see me—thin!” THE END PREFACE. When a play makes a tremendous hit the aut

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hor is called before the curtain and after bowing and allowing his heart (and his head) to swell more and more, he generously points to the actors and actresses who are grouped around him as much as to say, “They did it.” And then the audience goes wild at such unselfishness and cries of “Speech, speech!” rend the air and the author has arrived at the happiest moment of his life. He feels that all creation was evolved just for this supreme moment and his knees shake and (in a voice surcharged with emotion) he says things that do not read well in print, but which rouse the house to greater enthusiasm, and he wishes that William Shakespeare could have lived to see this night, and goes home to dream happy dreams. Sometimes he can’t contain his speech any longer than the end of the third act, and with comparatively little applause, and, it may be, only one solitary call of “Author” (from his devo


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