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Marjorie Dean College Freshman

Chapter 7 -ON THE THRESHOLD.

Word Count: 1498    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

g her dear ones came forward again. Marjorie tried earnestly to keep all locked within and succeeded in a measure. Her General was n

Nor did he swerve for an instant from his self-imposed duty. Breakfast over, he chased the lieutenant, screaming with

rge embroidered doyley, a satin chair cushion, a cut glass scent bottle and a Japanese vase. The energetic general's services were summarily dispensed with. He was banished from the room and the door shut in his face with a bang. In less than fifteen minutes he announced his return by a tattoo which thre

How shocking to have a daughter who doesn't scrup

t her father's neck and swung on him gleefully. No one could be the least bit sad when General elected to be funny. Mrs. Dea

nificantly. "I might have gone away from the door and never NEV

as the serene assurance, as Marjorie plumped down

reaching to the hem of her gown. Another held a white velour sports coat, the cut and design of it being particularly smart. From another box tumbled a dozen pairs of kid gloves. There was also a b

e. It might have represented a spring dawn, shading as it did from creamy white to pale, indeterminate violet, and from violet to faintest pink. It was fashioned with a cunning simplicity of design which made it of the mode, yet

up the lovely, shimmering frock for her captain and Ronn

ere it came from. Only a high-grade Chinese bazaar could furnish a gown of its kind. There are a few

e house. He looks like an Eastern nobleman in carved ivory. He is a fine elderly man of irreproachable business and social reputation. He is a tea merchant and has

Tah. He lives alone on the smallest of his fruit ranches and acts as a benevolent father to all the China boys around there. Th

ns for a present for me." Marjorie raised a radiant face to her father. "All this is about the nicest surprise you ever gave me. I can't h

reasures in your two trunks," Mrs. Dean practically i

" decreed Marjorie. "I co

Golden West and have been saving until an appropriate, moment. With your gracious p

ilk, Ronny spread her arms, bowed down to the floor, East I

ncing costume. We will have a little home party tonight; just the four of us. No; five. I want Delia to be with us, too. I've grown up und

dance the minuet with me. Do you think there will be music? I hope some one will be able to pla

!" Marjorie sprang to her feet

and held her close. Her face buried against his shoulder, Marjorie knew that her

the doorway, her face alight with tenderness for these three who had succeeded mor

erfect sapphire. This was intended for Marjorie. For Mrs. Dean she had bought a gold and pearl pin of ancient Peruvian handiwork. Both pieces of jewelry were f

hand. Then she turned and stole noiselessly away from the little scene of adoratio

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