I sometimes think we bother Missy too much
with questions--she doesn't know the answers herself."
Mrs. Merriam was probably feeling the compunctions mothers often
feel after they have scolded.
Aunt Nettie sniffed a little, but Missy wasn't questioned. And now
the scene of our story may shift to a sunny morning, a few days
later, and to the comparative seclusion of the sanitarium barn.
There has been, for an hour or more, a suppressed sound of giggles,
and Gypsy, sensing excitement in the air, stands with pricked-up
ears and bright, inquisitive eyes. Luckily there has been no
intruder--just the three of them, Gypsy and Missy and Tess.
"You're wonderful--simply wonderful! It's simply too swagger for
words!" It was Tess speaking.
Missy gazed down at herself. It WAS swagger, she assured herself. It
must be swagger--Tess said so. Almost as swagger, Tess asseverated,
as the riding outfit worn by Miss Valerie Jones who was the
swaggerest member of Macon City's swaggerest young set. Yet, despite
her assurance of swaggerness, she was conscious of a certain
uneasiness.
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