"
"And Polly's feet look about my size! Why can't I borrow a pair of her
country shoes?" added Eleanor, eagerly.
"Nolla! Your feet are very slim while Polly's are broad as are most
country girls. You would ruin your feet in clumsy shoes," exclaimed
Barbara.
Polly looked appealingly at her mother, so she came to the rescue. "I
have always been very careful of Polly's feet, as I can see no
advantage in ruining a child's feet, hence you will find Polly's shoes
are made by a first-class shoemaker."
"Do they have such things in Oak Creek?" came sarcastically from
Barbara.
"Do they have them in Denver and Chicago?" retorted Anne.
"Naturally--in Chicago. To meet the need for our class." And Barbara
tossed her head defiantly.
"Polly, run and find those last shoes we had made on the scientific
last plan," came from Mrs. Brewster.
Polly vanished and Anne ran to her room for the tennis shoes. Barbara
walked away and stood on the terrace looking at the far-off peaks.
Eleanor and Mrs. Brewster glanced at each other, and finding a similar
expression in each other's eyes, both smiled. Thereafter a better
understanding existed between the two.
"Staring up at white-topped mountains ought to be good and elevating
for you, Bob," began Eleanor, teasingly, when Anne returned.
"Here, Bob, try them on," suggested Anne, holding out her brand new
tennis shoes.
Then Polly returned with a neat pair of boots with good extension
soles.
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