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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Bab: a Sub-Deb"


Mother was waiting in the hall for me, but she held me off with both
hands.
"Not until you have bathed and changed your clothing, Barbara," she
said. "I have never had it."
She meant the whooping cough. The school will recall the epademic which
ravaged us last June, and changed us from a peaceful institution to what
sounded like a dog show.
Well, I got the same old room, not much fixed up, but they had put up
diferent curtains anyhow, thank goodness. I had been hinting all spring
for new Furnature, but my Familey does not take a hint unless it is
cloroformed first, and I found the same old stuff there.
They beleive in waiting until a girl makes her Debut before giving her
anything but the necessarys of life.
Sis was off for a week-end, but Hannah was there, and I kissed her. Not
that I'm so fond of her, but I had to kiss sombody.
"Well, Miss Barbara!" she said. "How you've grown!"
That made me rather sore, because I am not a child any longer, but they
all talk to me as if I were but six years old, and small for my age.
"I've stopped growing, Hannah," I said, with dignaty. "At least, almost.
But I see I still draw the nursery."
Hannah was opening my suitcase, and she looked up and said: "I tried to
get you the Blue room, Miss Bab. But Miss Leila said she needed it for
house Parties."
"Never mind," I said. "I don't care anything about Furnature. I have
other things to think about, Hannah; I want the school room Desk up
here."
"Desk!" she said, with her jaw drooping.


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