"Cedric found it at last wedged between two boulders. I
wonder he did not fall into the Pool while he was trying to get it
out."
"Oh, Cedric, you ought to be more careful."
"Why on earth did you say that, Betty?" rather crossly. "Don't you
see Die is wearing her grannie face?"
"But the Pool is so deep," in a terrified tone.
"Of course it is deep. Well, what of that; can't I swim like a fish?
Oh, these women, Herrick!" and Cedric shrugged his shoulders. "I
wonder how often I have taken a header into the Pool before
breakfast!"
"You would have been sorry to lose the book," remarked Malcolm
sympathetically, as they went into the house.
"Yes," returned Elizabeth hurriedly, "it was given to me by a
friend." And then she bade him good-night.
Dinah followed her into her room. "I am so glad you found it, Betty
dear," she said kindly. "It was the copy David gave you at
Christmas, was it not?" Elizabeth nodded.
"I do so love it," she said frankly; "and the limp leather binding
and red edges are just to my taste. I always care so much more for
books that are given me than for those I buy myself.
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