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ELMA LEIGHTON
MISS ANNIE
THE FLOWER SHOW TICKET
CUTHBERT
"THE STORY BOOKS" CALL
THE MAYONNAISE
VISITORS AGAIN
THE PARTY
AT MISS GRACE'S
COMPENSATIONS
THE SPLIT INFINITIVE
THE BURGLAR
A RECONCILIATION
THE FIRST PEAL
THE ARRIVAL
THE THIN EDGE OF THE WEDGE
A REPRIEVE
"LOVE OF OUR LIVES"
HERR SLAVSKA
THE SHILLING SEATS
AT LADY EMILY'S
THE ENGAGEMENT
HOLDING THE FORT
THE HAM SANDWICH
THE WILD ANEMONE
UNDER ROYAL PATRONAGE
THE HOME-COMING
ADELAIDE MAUD
MR. SYMINGTON
Elma Leighton
She prayed a trifling prayer that her self-esteem might be saved, as she turned shakingly the fine India paper of the 50,000 word compressed edition of the most reliable friend she at that moment possessed in the world. Parents commanded. Relations exaggerated. Chums could be spiteful. But friends told the truth; and the dictionary--being invariably just--was above all things a friend.
She wandered to "en," forgetting in the championship of her learning that "m" held priority. She corrected herself with dignity, and at last found the word she wanted.
Woe and desolation! A crimson shameful blush ran up the pink cheeks, her constant anxiety being that they were always so pink, and made a royal progress there. The hot mortification of despair lent it wings. She watched the tide of red creep to the soft curls of her hair as she viewed herself in her own little miniature cheval between creamy curtains, and she saw her complexion die down at last to an unusual but becoming paleness.
Nothing could have been more fatal. It was like a disease with Elma, that instead of using the everyday words regarding which no one could make a mistake--such as "shyness" in this instance--she should invariably plunge into others which she merely knew by sight and find them unknown to herself as talking acquaintances. Cousin Dr. Harry Vincent, Staff Surgeon in His Majesty's Navy, eyeglass in eye, merry smile at his lips , the sort of person in short that impressed Elma with the need of being very dashing herself, here was the particular of all particulars before whom she had made this ridiculous mistake.
"Now," had said Dr. Harry in the drawing-room when visitors arrived, "come and play something."
Any other girl overcome by Elma's habitual fright when asked to play, would have said, "I'm too shy." Elma groaned as she thought how easy that would have been.
But Dr. Harry's single eyeglass fascinated her as with a demand for showing some kind of culture.
Dr. Harry never moved a muscle of his usually mobile and merry countenance. But the flaming sword of fear cut further conversation dead for Elma. She became subtly conscious that the word was wrong, and fled to her room.
"While I'm here," she said dismally, "I may as well look up 'melodramic.'" This was a carking care left over from a conversation in the morning.
It proved another tragedy.
Being really of a cheerful sunny nature, which never for long allowed clouds to overshadow the bright horizon of her imagination, she acquainted herself thoroughly with the right term.
"One consolation is, I shall never make that mistake again as long as I live. Melodramatic," she repeated with the swagger of familiarity.
Then "emb, emb--Oh! dear, I've forgotten again."
Concluding that embarrassment was a treacherous acquaintance, she decided to drop it altogether.
"After this I shall only be shy," she said with a certain amount of refined pleasure in her own humour.
She regarded her figure dismally in the cheval. Her chubby face had regained its undistinguished pink. She was sorry she could not remain pale, it was so much more distinguished to be pale.
"How long I take to grow up--in every way." She sighed in a reflective manner.
What she was thinking was how long she took to become like one of the Story Book Girls.
It is probable that she would never have run to long words, had it not been her dearest desire to grow up like one of the Story Book Girls. It was the desire of every sister in the Leighton family. Each worked on it differently however. Mabel, the eldest, now seventeen, in the present delights of hair going up and skirts letting down, took her ideas of fashion straight from "Adelaide Maud" the elegant one. "Adelaide Maud" wore her hair in coils and sat under heliotrope parasols. Mabel surreptitiously tried that effect as often as five times a day with the family absent.
Jean threw all her ambitions on the sporting carriage of "Madeline" who was a golfer.
Betty determined to wear bangles and play the violin because "Theodora," the youngest of the lot, did that. And Elma based her admiration of "Hermione" on the fact that she had "gone in" for science. Long ago they had christened their divinities. It did not do to recognize latterly that the Dudgeons were known in society by other names altogether. One can do these dreamy, inconsequent things with the most superb pleasure while one's family remains between certain romantic ages; in the case of the Leightons at the moment when Elma ran to her bedroom--between the ages of ten and seventeen. Betty was ten, Elma twelve, Jean fifteen and Mabel seventeen.
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