She
happens to be rich and beautiful, and to have a taking way; but all the
others are not like her, I am certain of it."
"Anyhow, whether they are or not, I am glad to belong to the society,"
said Susy. "It will give us great fun, and we need not mind now whether
the paying girls are disagreeable to us or not. Then, too, think of the
blouses we have got. Oh dear! oh dear! when I put mine on on Sunday
mother will gape. I shall feel proud of myself in it. It was just sweet
of her to get things like this to give us. And she knew we weren't well
off. Oh, I do think she's one in a thousand! She must have thought of
you, Ruth, when she ordered these sweet pale-blue colors, for that color
is yours, isn't it?"
"I suppose so," said Ruth. "Well, all the same, I feel rather anxious. I
like her, of course, but I think she is mistaken. I must go on now, but
I feel somehow----"
"What?" said Susy, with some impatience.
"As though I had not done right--as though I had something to conceal.
Well, I can't help myself, only I won't hate the girls who are good to
me. Good-night, Susy. We won't be in time for school in the morning if
we stay talking any longer."
CHAPTER XI.
THE BLOUSE AND THE ROBBERY.
Susy Hopkins shared none of Ruth Craven's scruples. To her the Wild Irish
Girls' Society was all that was lovely. She trod on air as she went down
the street, and when she finally let herself into her mother's little
shop, locked the door after her, and went softly upstairs, her heart was
beating so loud that she hardly knew herself.
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