"Laurel has gone back to see about her father," she finished. "It
is only natural, and I should have thought it strange had she not
done so."
"Of course," added Bess, brushing away a tear. "Poor little wild
Laurel had to go back, it was almost as cruel to keep her as to pen
up a brown bunny."
In spite of the seriousness of the moment every one smiled. First
Laurel was russet, now compared to a little brown rabbit.
"We had just gotten acquainted with her," murmured Belle. "I
thought her so romantic."
"And I thought her so intelligent," put in the ever-studious Hazel.
"Even Paul took the trouble to notice her."
"Well, we will have her back again," promised Cora. "I am positive
she will keep her word. I think her a splendid girl. All she needs
is the chance to get over the state of chronic fright she has been
living in. Then she will be just as normal as any of us."
"Then, that being the case," said Hazel, with a jump, "I propose we
keep normal by eating our breakfast. I am famished, and those boys
almost emptied the ice-box."
"Nettie had to go away into town for eggs," Bess orated, "and
therefore we had to do all the cooking."
"It smells all right," Cora said, as they pulled the chairs to the
table. "Let us hope we will get through one meal without
interruption. My appetite is positively canned."
"And I took the trouble to gather those morning glories," Belle
announced.
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