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dy loved her." Robbie nodded speechlessly. After a moment she said, "The rest of your verse is 'Love suffereth long and is kind.'" The deep-set eyes clouded again under the dusky hair. "I--have--suffered," she said slowly. Bea pinched her own arm in a quick agony of vicarious embarrassment. How could a person show her feelings right out like that before anybody? What was the use of going around talking about such things? It was not very polite to make other people uncomfortable. Bea smothered a quick little sob and walked on, staring straight ahead. It was Robbie who turned to look into the face so near her own. She saw the clouds lift before the dawning of an exquisite smile like a ray of sunshine after a stormy day. "'Love suffereth long and is kind,'" repeated the oddly gentle voice. "I have suffered, and I will try--to be kind. I think Elizabeth would have been glad." "Elizabeth is glad," said Robbie Belle. CHAPTER XV VICTORY At her escape into the corridor Berta paused for a moment in the shadow of the staircase to brush the excitement from her glowing face. She winked rapidly once or twice in hopes of smothering the sparkle in her eyes, but succeeded only in nicking a happy tear drop from her lashes. Then she smoothed the dimple from her cheek and tried to straighten her lips into the sober dignity proper for a senior who was on the honor list and had just come from an interview with the critic of her commencement essay. Her efforts were all in vain, however, for at the very minute that the dimple came dancing out again and the rebellious mouth quivered back into its joyous curves, somebody with a swift tap-tap-tap of light heels flew down the stairs in a rustle and a flutter and darted toward Berta. "They've come! They're here! The Board of Editors is going to meet in the lecture room immediately to open the boxes. Four big beautiful boxes full of splendid great books all in green with gilt lettering. Hurry! Hurry quick yourself! You're head literary editor. It's really your book--the ideas, editorials, verses, farce, everything! The sale opens at five. Everybody's crazy to see the new senior Annual. Our Annual! Oh, Berta!" She seized the taller girl around the waist and whirled her down the hall till loose sheets of paper from her dangling note-book flitted merrily hither and yon. "Bea, take care! You're crumpling my essay." "Your essay? Oh, that's so! Senior president, An
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