The Freckle-Faced Girl
CHAPTER V
THE FRECKLE-FACED GIRL
Of the two young fellows hurrying in from the boulevard one was tall and slim and dark; the other was stocky—almost plump, in fact—and sandy of complexion, with sharp, twinkling pond-blue eyes. Burdwell Alling’s eyes were truly the only handsome feature he possessed. But he had a wonderfully sweet disposition.
Darry Drew was one of those quiet, gentlemanly fellows, who seem rather too sober for their years. Yet he possessed humor enough, and there certainly was no primness about him. It was he who hailed Jessie on the ground and Amy leaning out of the window above:
“I say, fellows! Have you seen a couple of young ladies around here who have just finished their junior year at the New Melford High with flying colors? We expected to find them sitting high and dry on the front porch, ready to receive company.”
“Sure we did,” added Burd Alling. “They have taken the highest degree in Prunes and Prisms and have been commended by their instructors 40 for excellent deportment. And among all the calicos, they are supposed to take the bun as prudes.”