Lizzie called out to her not to worry, as she flew for her car. She said

she had heard there was a variety show in town where they wanted a girl

who could shoot. If she didn't succeed with her grandmother, they would

try and get her in at the show. The girls at the store knew a man who had

charge of it. They said he liked pretty girls, and they thought would be

glad to get her. Indeed, Mary James had promised to speak to him last

night, and would let her know to-day about it. It would likely be a job

more suited to her cousin's liking.

Elizabeth shuddered. Another man! Would he be like all the rest?--all the

rest save one!

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She walked a few steps in the direction she had been told to go, and then

turned resolutely around, and came back. The watching grandmother felt her

heart sink. What was this headstrong girl going to do next? Rebel again?

"What's the matter, Bessie?" she asked, meeting her anxiously at the door.

"It's bad luck to turn back when you've started."

"I can't go this way," said the girl excitedly. "It's all a cheat. I'm not

like this. It isn't mine, and I'm not going in it. I must have my own

clothes and be myself when I go to see her. If she doesn't like me and

want me, then I can take Robin and go back." And like another David

burdened with Saul's armor she came back to get her little sling and

stones.

She tore off the veil, and the sticky gloves from her cold hands, and all

the finery of silk waist and belt, and donned her old plain blue coat and

skirt in which she had arrived in Philadelphia. They had been frugally

brushed and sponged, and made neat for a working dress. Elizabeth felt

that they belonged to her. Under the jacket, which fortunately was long

enough to hide her waist, she buckled her belt with the two pistols. Then

she took the battered old felt hat from the closet, and tried to fasten it

on; but the pompadour interfered. Relentlessly she pulled down the work of

art that Lizzie had created, and brushed and combed her long, thick hair

into subjection again, and put it in its long braid down her back. Her

grandmother should see her just as she was. She should know what kind of a

girl belonged to her. Then, if she chose to be a real grandmother, well

and good.

Mrs. Brady was much disturbed in mind when Elizabeth came down-stairs. She

exclaimed in horror, and tried to force the girl to go back, telling her

it was a shame and disgrace to go in such garments into the sacred

precincts of Rittenhouse Square; but the girl was not to be turned back.

She would not even wait till her aunt and Lizzie came home. She would go

now, at once.




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