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Richmond, Grace S. (Grace Smith), 1866-1959

"The Second Violin"

Seems a pity,
doesn't it? But it doesn't pay to break your word, so as soon as you
girls can get into your toggery we'll be off."
"Of course, we must keep our promise," agreed Evelyn, with decision, and
straightway she went up-stairs for her wraps. The other girls followed
more reluctantly.
"'Goodness, girls, look out!" cried somebody from the window. "Did you
ever see it so thick? The barns are just down there, where that glimmer
is, but you can't see them at all."
"All the more fun," said another girl.
"We're pretty far out in the country, and the road's awfully winding. I
hope we get home all right."
"Oh, nonsense!" said some one else, with great positiveness. "I should
know the way with my eyes shut. Besides, it was as clear as a bell when
we came. It can't have been snowing long enough to block things in the
least."
They found it had done so however, when they descended to the sleigh.
That vehicle had been brought close to the porch, that the girls might
not have to walk through the deep snow. The air was so full of the
whirling white particles that from the farther end of the sleigh one
could barely see the horses.


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