The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 998, February 11, 1899

Vol. XX.—No. 998.]
FEBRUARY 11, 1899.
THE STORY OF A FRIENDSHIP.
“‘I DESPISE YOU!’”
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“You sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.”
Tennyson.
Linnæa’s first waking thoughts carried with them the conviction that life was different—why was it? Ah, she remembered! Last night’s scene came back to her with a rush of feeling that brought the warm colour to her face. Then came the colder and more prosaic feelings which so often come with the morning. Gwendoline would soon be like the others—she would go over to the popular opinion, and Linnæa would be thrust upon her own companionship as before. These thoughts were passing through her mind when she heard a tap at the door, and a voice called, “May I come in?”
Linnæa opened the door, and there stood Gwendoline, her arms full of knick-knacks of all sorts.
“You are only dressing! I have been dressed for an hour. I awoke early and thought I would rise and deck my cubicle; but I haven’t room for half the things I brought. As you haven’t many things in yours, I thought perhaps you might like a few. Would you care for them?”