“Ah, now I understand it all,” she sighed, as she wiped her eyes after reading the chapter telling of the love of young Abe for Ann Rutledge. “Who would not gladly scrub the floors of those buildings where our little Jensie Crider labors? And yet, how I love her for it!”
On this day Florence was given the surprise of her life. And to Jeanne a bright new dream was born.
Florence was on her way to work on the Enchanted Island. She was about to start across the bridge over the lagoon when she saw some one leaning on the rail looking away at the water.
“Why, it’s Jeanne!” she exclaimed in a whisper. “What in the world?”
Tiptoeing up to the girl who was looking away from her, she seized her by the shoulders as she fairly shouted in her ear:
“Jeanne! How did you get here? And where did you get that jacket? It’s a peach!”
Taken by surprise, as she undoubtedly had been, the girl did not so much as start.
“My name’s not Jeanne!” Her voice was icy cold. “What’s got you?”
“Oh, come on, Jeanne,” Florence laughed, looking her full in the face, “you can’t fool me! But, honest, where did you get that jacket?”
A sudden and quite surprising light overspread the other girl’s face.