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Lady Gadsby was visiting Nina, sitting in that big front parlor; Virginia sitting calmly rocking; (and, hmmm! That was about all Virginia ought to do, just now!) A young High School girl, coming in, said;—
"Good morning! I'm soliciting for funds for a stadium for——"
"Marian!" sang out Virginia, "What's all this? You, soliciting?"
"Why not?" said Marian, brightly. "Norman Antor's Organization of Youth; Part Two, is soli—"
"Norman Antor's what?" and Virginia was all agog in an instant, as Marian Hopkins told all about it; and, with childish flippancy, forgot all about soliciting, saying:—
"I was told that Harold is giving flying instructions. Don't you want to fly? My! I do!"
"I did," said Virginia, softly; "but,—not now;" and Marian was a bit too young to know why Lady Gadsby was smiling at Nina!
As Nancy found out about this, on Lady Gadsby's coming back to lunch, that "old Branton Hills matron," as Gadsby found a lot of fun calling "his baby girl," now-a-days, said, giggling:—
"No! Virginia! You'll stay on solid ground!"