“I’m going to take me sister away from ye,” said Tom, after a minute’s silence. “Stay me if ye dare!”
He picked the child up suddenly and hugged her fiercely to his broad breast. Celia, with a happy cry, put both arms about his neck, and looked up into his red face.
“I’se so glad you comed for me like you did, Tom Moran. And you will keep me with you always?”
“Please God I will, Cely,” he said kissing her, hungrily.
The child laughed, and flung her head back so that she could see him the better.
“Do you hear, dear Dorothy Dale?” she cried. “I am going with Tom Moran. Why, maybe we’ll keep house together. I can keep the house—jes’ as clean! An’ I can cook, an’ scrub, an’ wash—’cause you know, they say I’se jes’ the cutest little thing!”
CHAPTER XXIX
WHITE LAWN AND WHITE ROSES
The great green campus between Glenwood Hall and the road looked to be scattered over with snowdrifts. That is the way it must have looked to an aviator had one sailed over the old school and looked down upon the campus on this beautiful June day.
But the snow drifts were of lawn and roses. Every girl in the school was dressed in white, and every girl wore, or carried, white roses. They were grouped by classes, or in little cliques, while a photographer from the city with a great camera arranged to take a picture of the scene.