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Penrose, Margaret

"Or the Strange Cruise of the Tartar"

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"No. She seems sincere, though. As you say, Mr. Robinson, with his
business connections, will be the best one at that end of it."
"Poor girl," murmured Cora. "I do hope we can help her."
"She has been helped already," the physician informed her. "And, if
I am any judge by the past activities of the motor girls, she is in
for a great deal more of help in the future," and he laughed and
pinched Cora's tanned check.
"Will you need to see Jack again?" asked his mother.
"Not until just before he goes away. The less medicine he takes the
better, though I'll leave a simple bromide mixture for those
shrieking nerves of his--they will cry out once in a while--the ends
are all bare--they need padding with new thoughts. Get him away as
soon as you can."
It was a new problem for the Kimball family to solve, but they were
equal to it. Fortunately, money matters did not stand in the road,
and since Jack was not to keep up his studies, and since Cora had
"finished," there were no ties of location to hinder.
"I guess we'll all have to go away," sighed Mrs. Kimball. "I had
rather counted on a quiet winter in Chelton, but of course now we
can't have it."
"Perhaps it will be all for the best," suggested Cora. "If Bess and
Belle are going away, I won't have any fun here alone."
A little silence followed this remark. The Robinson twins, who had
just come back for an evening call, sat looking at each other.


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