ExcerptI can’t imagine her planning scrapes. She’s too much afraid of hurting somebody’s feelings for that. She’s not planning scrapes. Neithah of us want to do anything really bad. We only want to stir the seminary up a bit, and make it lively. We’re growing up so fast that if we don’t have some fun soon, it will be too late. In only a few moah yeahs I’ll be through school, and then I’ll have to be a debutante and settle down to be propah and young ladified. Mom Beck always used to be telling me to ‘sit still and be a little lady, ’ and if there’s anything I despised it was that. How fast the shadows grow long these afternoons, said Rob, presently, looking at his watch. It’s nearly time for me to go. Come on down to the measuring-tree. We mustn’t forget our good-bye ceremony. Seven Septembers were marked on the tall locust that they called their measuring-tree. It towered above a rustic seat half-way down the avenue. Lloyd laid one finger on the lowest notch and another on the nex