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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt:...together, quick." Somehow the big corridors did not seem half so bleak echoing to those warm O'Neill voices. "This morning's just spun by, but, oh, this long, dreary afternoon!" sighed Betty, as she wandered into the library. "Oh, me, there goes Alice Johns with her arms loaded with presents to mail, and I can't give a single soul anything!" "Do you know where 'Quotations for Occasions' has gone?" Betty turned to face pretty Rosamond Howitt, the only senior left behind. " Gone to be rebound. I heard Miss Dyce say so." "Oh, dear, I needed it so." " Could I help? I know a lot of rhymes and tags of proverbs and things like that." " Oh, if you would help me, I'd be so grateful! Won't you come to my room? You see, I promised a friend in town, who is to have a Christmas dinner, and who's been very kind to me, that I'd paint the place cards and write some quotation appropriate to each guest. I'm shamefully late over it, my own gifts took such a time; but the painting, at least, is done." Rosamond led the way to her room, and there displayed the cards which she had painted. "You can't think of my helplessness! If it were a Greek verb now, or a lost and strayed angle--but poetry!" Betty trotted back and forth between the room and the library, delved into books, and even evolved a verse which she audaciously tagged "old play," in imitation of Sir Walter Scott. "I think they are really and truly very bright, and I know Mrs. Fernell will be delighted." Rosamond wrapped up the cards carefully. "I can't begin to tell you how you've helped me. It was sweet in you to give me your whole afternoon." The dinner-bell rang at that moment, and the two went down together. "Come for a little run; I haven't been out all day," whispered Rosamond, slipping her hand...