Nan Sherwood's Summer Holidays

BY ANNIE ROE CARR
THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING COMPANY CLEVELAND NEW YORK
Published 1937 by The World Syndicate Publishing Co.
Printed in the United States of America

“I just can’t believe it’s true! I’ve pinched myself a dozen times. I’ve pulled my own hair. I’ve looked at myself in the mirror again and again and told myself that it is a fact, that I am I, Nan Sherwood of Tillbury, United States of America and student of Lakeview Hall, and that I am going to sail away next spring to Scotland to visit—”
The end of the sentence was lost in a muffle as Nan pulled off the simple silk frock she had been wearing.
Bess Harley, her closest friend since primary school days, finished it.
“Emberon, the home of your mother’s ancestors.” Her voice sounded unusually heavy. Nan looked around and immediately was all contrition, for Bess’s eyes were full of tears.
“Why, Bess, darling, forgive me. I’m nothing but a thoughtless old meany.” So saying, she wiped Bess’s tears away and sat down beside her.
Bess caught her lip between her teeth and shook her head as she fought for self-control. “I’m just an old silly myself,” she half apologized. “But I can hardly bear the thought of your going so far away from all of us for a whole summer. And it’s true you are going, Nan, as true as the fact that Walter Mason cut in on more than half your dances tonight.”
With this jibe, Bess’ eyes twinkled, and she felt better.