MRS. GIMSON’S SUMMER BOARDERS.
It was recess at the school-house at the cross roads, and three country girls gathered round a companion, whose unhappy face showed that something had gone wrong.
“Is this your last day at school, Lucindy?” asked Carrie Hess, a girl of fifteen, and the eldest of the three sisters.
“Yes, this is my last day, thanks to the summer boarders. I can’t bear to think of them. I hate them!”
“Will you have to work harder than you do now?” asked Freda, who was next younger to Carrie.
“I don’t mind the work so much as I do their impudent airs, and their stuck-up ways. I wont be ordered around, and if Auntie thinks I’m going to be a black slave, she’ll find she’s mistaken.”
Lucindy’s face flushed, and she appeared to be greatly in earnest.
“I’d be glad to have them come to our house, they have such nice clothes,” said Lena, the youngest and most mischievous.
“Yes, it’s very nice, I must say, to go around in old duds, and have a girl that’s not a whit better in any way than you, only she’s been to a city school and has a rich father, turn up her nose at you, and perhaps make fun of you, with her white dresses and her silk dresses, and her gaiter boots.”
“Can’t we come to your house any more? Can’t we come to play?” asked Carrie.