"
"Oh, I think it is great! Just like the wonderful cabins we read about
in the Adirondacks, or other large camp-sites," quickly added Eleanor.
"But this is not a camp, my poor little sister! And we haven't the same
set either, as we would have had at a fashionable camp," sneered
Barbara.
"You needn't 'poor me,' Bob! I'm just crazy over the farm and--and
everything. Hurry up, Anne, and introduce me so I can get acquainted,"
cried Eleanor, nudging the teacher to remind her of her duty.
Mr. Brewster had driven the team to a post a little farther up the
road, and was not present when the introductions took place. Mrs.
Brewster summoned a pleasant smile for Barbara, and a motherly pat on
the shoulder for Eleanor. Then Sary stepped forward to be introduced,
as it was customary for her to be treated as a member of the family.
"Glad t' know you-all!" simpered Sary, bowing stiffly and offering her
reddened hand to shake the gloved ones of the girls.
Barbara completely ignored the par-boiled digits and slightly lifted
one eyebrow at Sary. Eleanor felt so humiliated at her sister's actions
that she came forward to make amends but Sary would have none of it.
When Barbara gave her a frozen look, Sary examined her hands for a
moment, then humped her shoulders and stamped back to the kitchen-range
where she had been boiling soap-fat and straining out the scum before
the arrival of the city misses.
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