Marjorie Dean, High School Junior

Only to think, next week, at this time, I’ll be saying good-bye to you, Mary Raymond. ” Marjorie Dean’s brown eyes rested very wistfully on the sunny-haired girl beside her in the big porch swing. “You know now, just how dreadfully I felt two years ago when I had to keep thinking about saying good-bye to you, ” returned Mary in the same wistful intonation. “It was terrible. And after you had gone! Well—it was a good deal worse.