Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 164 pages of information about Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp.

Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 164 pages of information about Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp.

THE ORANGE SILK OVER-BLOUSE

“This doesn’t look like the street I came up through!” exclaimed Betty Gordon.  “These funny streets, with their dear old-fashioned houses, all seem, so much alike!  And if there are any names stuck up at the corners they must hide around behind the post when I come by like squirrels in the woods.

“I declare, there is a queer little shop stuck right in there between two of those refined-looking, if poverty-stricken, boarding-houses.  Dear me! how many come-down-in-the-world families have to take ‘paying guests’ to help out.  Not like the Peabodys, but really needy people.  What is it Bobby calls ’em?  ‘P.G.s’—­’paying guests.’

“I was a paying guest at Bramble Farm,” ruminated Betty, still staring at the little shop and the houses that flanked it on either side.  “And I certainly had a hard time there.  Bobby says that these people in Georgetown are the remains of Southern aristocracy that were cast up on this beach as long ago as the Civil War.  Unlike the castaways on cannibal islands that we read about, Bobby says these castaways live off the ’P.G.s’—­and that’s what Joseph Peabody tried to do!  He tried to live off me.  There!  I knew he was a cannibal.

“Oh!  Isn’t that sweet?”

Her sudden cry had no reference to the army of boarding-house keepers in the neighborhood, nor to any signpost that pointed the way back to the little square where the soldiers’ monument stood and where Betty was to meet Carter, the Littells’ chauffeur, and the big limousine.  For she was still staring at the window of the little shop.

“What a lovely orange color!  And that starburst pattern on the front!  It’s lovely!  What a surprising thing to see in a little neighborhood store like this.  I’m going to buy it if it fits me and I’ve money enough left in my purse.”

Impetuous as usual, Betty Gordon marched at once to the door of the little side-street shop.  The most famous of such neighborhood shops, as described by Hawthorne, Betty knew all about.  She had studied it in her English readings at Shadyside only the previous term.  But there was no Gingerbread Man in this shop window!

In the middle of the display window, which was divided into four not very large panes, was arranged on a cross of bright metal a knitted over-blouse of the very newest burnt orange shade.  The work was exquisitely done, as Betty could see even from outside the shop, and she did hope it would fit her.

On pushing open the door a silvery bell—­not an annoying, jangling bell—­played a very lively tune to attract the attention of a girl who sat at the back of the shop, her head bent close above the work on which she was engaged.  Although the bell stopped quivering when Betty closed the door, the girl did not look up from her work.

Sharp-eyed Betty saw that the stranger was knitting, and she seemed to be engaged upon another over-blouse like that in the window, save that the silk in her lap was of a pretty dark blue shade.  Betty saw her full, red lips move placidly.  The girl was counting over her work and she actually was so deeply immersed in the knitting that she had not heard the bell or realized that a possible customer had entered.

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