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Title: Nancy Lee's spring term
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Dunton, Edith K. (Edith Kellogg), b. 1875
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Publisher: Philadelphia, The Penn Publishing Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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make it aseasy as we could for the others. We told Vera tocome back and finish her year, and weve givenher the same to spend as usual, because—we wantedto have her last term here happy. When I was inthe hospital—Ive been ill, you see, on top of every-thing—I couldnt write her, and—well, she tookthe money, Miss Marshall. Im returning it forher, and—could I see her ? There was an imperious knock on the door, andMiss Marshall opened it upon Vera Lawson. Theboy sprang forward to meet her. I was just asking for you, Sister Ann, he criedjoyously. Nancy Lee guessed that you were here/ saidVera, smiling her softest smile at him. Some-how she knew about your dog, and she saw thename on his collar.3 The boy glanced out of the window anxiously.Commander was still lying in the sun, with only awriggling tail to indicate that the owner of thewhite skirt whisking out of sight to an algebra classhad been patting him in the way any dog loves. I didnt have to sell him, he said swiftly to 330
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THE BOY SPRANG FORWARD THE NEWPUBLIC LI AS7OR, LJT1LDEN FOUI A EOT AND A DOG his sister. Dr. Jim—I had to tell him a bitabout my running off to see you—and he wouldntlet me sell Commander. He insisted that Idearned thirty dollars in wages for my farm work,and the rest he advanced me. Hes splendid,Vera ! How can we Vera turned swiftly to Miss Marshall. I mayas well say good-bye, she said. Robs told you,evidently. I can go home at eleven with Rob,and Billy Bray will pack my things to be sentafter me. Oh, please dont look at me like that!She turned to her brother. You shouldnt havecome here telling tales, she cried angrily. Itold you in confidence, and then asked you to forget it. And now youve Veras shrill voice broke, and dropping into a chair she buriedher pretty head on her arms. And now hes come, as your best friend would,Miss Marshall took up the story, to make thingsright for you—and to make me understand. You dont! You couldnt! muttered Verain a smothered voice. Perhaps not

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