Little Miss Dodd ran up laughing, and Marjorie could say no more; what
more could she say than "good-bye"? But she wanted to say more, she
wanted to say--but Emma Downs was asking her if it were late and Morris
had gone.
"What a handsome young fellow!" exclaimed Miss Parks to Marjorie, hanging
up her cloak next to Marjorie's in the dressing room. "Is he your
brother?"
"My twin-brother," replied Marjorie.
"He doesn't look like you. He is handsome and tall."
"And I am homely and stumpy," said Marjorie, good-humoredly. "No, he is
not my real brother."
"I don't believe in that kind."
"I do," said Marjorie.
"Master McCosh will give you a mark for transgressing."
"Oh, I forgot!" exclaimed Marjorie; "but he is so much my brother that it
is not against the rules."
"Is he a sailor?" asked Emma Downs.
"Yes," said Marjorie.
"A common sailor!"
"No, an uncommon one."
"Is he before the mast?" she persisted.
"Does he look so?" asked Marjorie, seriously.
"No, he looks like a captain; only that cap is not dignified enough."
"It's becoming," said Miss Parks, "and that's better than dignity."
The bell rang and the girls passed into the schoolroom in twos and
threes. A table ran almost the length of the long, high apartment; it was
covered with green baize and served as a desk for the second class girls;
the first class girls occupied chairs around three sides of the room,
during recitation the chairs were turned to face the teacher, at other
times the girls sat before a leaf that served as a rest for their books
while they studied, shelves being arranged above to hold the books.
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