Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman

THE PARTING OF THE WAYS What am I going to do without you, Marjorie? Mary Raymond's blue eyes looked suspiciously misty as she solemnly regarded her chum. What am I going to do without you, you mean, corrected Marjorie Dean, with a wistful smile. Please, please don't let's talk of it. I simply can't bear it. One, two – only two more weeks now, sighed Mary. You'll surely write to me, Marjorie? Of course, silly girl, returned Marjorie, patting her friend's arm affectionately. I'll write at least once a week.