Identifier: frolicsatfairmou00bake (find matches)
Title: Frolics at Fairmount
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Baker, Etta Anthony
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Publisher: Boston : Little, Brown, and Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Academy. He spokein a low tone intended for Marys ear alone. Oh! how do you do, Lorimer, she said,greeting him with outstretched hand. The twowere firm friends; and their friendship was ce-mented by their mutual love for the good oldScotch game. Say, Mary,^ the boy went on, his serious man-ner causing the girl to gaze at him in surprise,look here! if I tell you something —somethingimportant — will you regard it as strictly confi-dential? Why, certainly, Lorimer, Mary assured himgravely. The two drew farther away from thegay, chattering throng around them. I hate to tell you, Lorimer began, when theyhad ensconced themselves on a bench in the angleformed by the steps and the piazza, but I must,because its only fair to you. Your opponent, MissGardiner, is — Oh! I know! Mary interrupted lightly. Imprepared, Lorimer. Her reputation has precededher. Her aunt has been her herald, and a mightyblast of the trumpets has resulted. Shes wonright along in this tournament, too, so she musti\
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no! Im not mistaken! lorimer proceeded stubbornly. Page 89 \A \ o% ^> ^ \ PEDESTALS 89 be a pretty strong player. She has never lost amatch, they say. This will be my Waterloo! ^ Thats all right, the boy went on, soberly,^ if its a straight Waterloo. He put significantemphasis upon the adjective. But if it iscrooked — ^ What! Mary rose to her feet as she utteredthe startled exclamation. ^ I mean just that, the boy said grimly. Ifthat girl wins fairly, its all right; but if shedont — His fists clinched ominously. Mybrother — the one in Harvard — suspected some-thing when his fiancee played against her at herclub near Boston. He was caddying that day.Then when I watched a tournament there after-wards, I was on my guard, and I saw her caddiedeUberately kick her ball! It was the last hole,and a very close match. ^ But she couldnt help that, Mary expostu-lated. ^Probably she — She saw it too! the boy interrupted posi-tively. Oh, no! surely not! Mary contradicted,in genuine dis

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