MARJORIE DEAN, High School Junior

CHAPTER I—MARJORIE DECLARES HERSELF


“Only to think, next week, at this time, I’ll be saying good-bye to you,
Mary Raymond.” Marjorie Dean’s brown eyes rested very wistfully on the
sunny-haired girl beside her in the big porch swing.

“You know now, just how dreadfully I felt two years ago when I had to
keep thinking about saying good-bye to you,” returned Mary in the same
wistful intonation. “It was terrible. And after you had gone! Well—it
was a good deal worse. Oh, Marjorie, I wish I could live t...