But the faithful Ally could not be long
avoided. For the first few days after the close of the Old Home Week
festivities Charity escaped her by roaming the hills all day when she
was not at her post in the library; but after that a period of rain set
in, and one pouring afternoon, Ally, sure that she would find her friend
indoors, came around to the red house with her sewing.
The two girls sat upstairs in Charity's room. Charity, her idle hands in
her lap, was sunk in a kind of leaden dream, through which she was only
half-conscious of Ally, who sat opposite her in a low rush-bottomed
chair, her work pinned to her knee, and her thin lips pursed up as she
bent above it.
"It was my idea running a ribbon through the gauging," she said proudly,
drawing back to contemplate the blouse she was trimming. "It's for Miss
Balch: she was awfully pleased." She paused and then added, with a queer
tremor in her piping voice: "I darsn't have told her I got the idea from
one I saw on Julia."
Charity raised her eyes listlessly.
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