{"product_id":"2940013158023","title":"MARJORIE DEAN, High School Junior","description":"CHAPTER I—MARJORIE DECLARES HERSELF\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Only to think, next week, at this time, I’ll be saying good-bye to you,\u003cbr\u003eMary Raymond.” Marjorie Dean’s brown eyes rested very wistfully on the\u003cbr\u003esunny-haired girl beside her in the big porch swing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You know now, just how dreadfully I felt two years ago when I had to\u003cbr\u003ekeep thinking about saying good-bye to you,” returned Mary in the same\u003cbr\u003ewistful intonation. “It was terrible. And after you had gone! Well—it\u003cbr\u003ewas a good deal worse. Oh, Marjorie, I wish I could live this last year\u003cbr\u003eover again. If only——”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMarjorie laid light fingers on Mary’s lips. “You mustn’t speak of some\u003cbr\u003ethings, Lieutenant,” she said quickly. “If you do I won’t listen. Forget\u003cbr\u003eeverything except the wonderful summer we’ve had together.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMary caught the soft little hand in both hers. “It _has_ been\u003cbr\u003ewonderful,” she agreed rather unsteadily. “I’ll have the memory of it to\u003cbr\u003etreasure when I’m away off in Colorado. I can’t believe that I am really\u003cbr\u003egoing so far away from you. I hope I’ll like the West. Next summer you\u003cbr\u003emust come out there and visit me, Marjorie. By that time I’ll be a\u003cbr\u003elittle bit at home in such a strange, new country.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’d love to do that,” responded Marjorie with an eagerness that merged\u003cbr\u003ealmost immediately again into regretful reflection.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA sad little silence fell upon the two in the porch swing. Each young\u003cbr\u003eheart was heavy with dread of the coming separation. This was the second\u003cbr\u003etime in two years that the call to say farewell had sounded for Marjorie\u003cbr\u003eDean and Mary Raymond.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThose who have followed Marjorie Dean through her freshman and sophomore\u003cbr\u003eyears at high school are already familiar with the details of Mary’s and\u003cbr\u003eMarjorie’s first separation. In “Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman,”\u003cbr\u003ewas recorded the story of the way in which Marjorie had come to leave\u003cbr\u003eher chum at the beginning of their first year in Franklin High School,\u003cbr\u003ein the city of B——, to take up her residence in the far-off town of\u003cbr\u003eSanford, there to become a freshman at Sanford High. In her new home she\u003cbr\u003ehad made many friends, chief among them Constance Stevens, to whom she\u003cbr\u003ehad been greatly drawn by reason of a strong resemblance between\u003cbr\u003eConstance and Mary. In an earnest endeavor to bring sunshine to the\u003cbr\u003eformer’s poverty-stricken lot she had thereby involved herself in a\u003cbr\u003eseries of school-girl difficulties, which followed her throughout the\u003cbr\u003eyear. True to herself, Marjorie met them bravely and conquered them, one\u003cbr\u003eby one, proving herself a staunch follower of the high code of honor she\u003cbr\u003ehad adopted for her own.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith the advent of Mary Raymond into her home for a year’s stay,\u003cbr\u003eMarjorie was confronted by a new and painful problem. “Marjorie Dean,\u003cbr\u003eHigh School Sophomore,” found Marjorie enmeshed in the tangled web which\u003cbr\u003eMary’s jealousy of Constance Stevens wove about the three girls. Led\u003cbr\u003einto bitter doubt of Marjorie by Mignon La Salle, a mischief-making\u003cbr\u003eFrench girl who had made Marjorie’s freshman days miserable, Mary\u003cbr\u003eRaymond had been guilty of a disloyalty, which had come near to\u003cbr\u003eestranging the two girls forever. It was not until their sophomore year\u003cbr\u003ewas almost over that an awakening had come to Mary, and with it an\u003cbr\u003eearnest repentance, which led to equity and peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was to this which Mary had been about to refer mournfully when\u003cbr\u003eMarjorie’s gentle hand had sealed her repentant utterance. All that\u003cbr\u003esummer the two girls had been earnestly engaged in trying to make up for\u003cbr\u003ethose lost days. Constance and Mary were now on the most friendly terms.\u003cbr\u003eThe three had spent an ideal month together at the seashore, with no\u003cbr\u003ehateful shadow to darken the pleasure of that delightful outing. Later\u003cbr\u003eConstance had left them to spend the remainder of her vacation with her\u003cbr\u003efamily in the mountains. The Deans had lingered in their seaside cottage\u003cbr\u003euntil the last of August. Now September had arrived, her hazy hints of\u003cbr\u003ecoming Autumn reminding the world at large that their summer playtime\u003cbr\u003ewas over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo Mary Raymond it was a pertinent reminder that her days under the\u003cbr\u003eDeans' hospitable canopy were numbered. In fact, only seven of them\u003cbr\u003eremained. On the next Friday morning she would say her last farewells to\u003cbr\u003espeed away to Denver, Colorado, where, on her invalid mother’s account,\u003cbr\u003ethe Raymonds were to make their home.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147464556784,"sku":"2940013158023","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013158023_p0.jpg?v=1763577274","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013158023","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}