A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. He turned onto the long road leading to MacDowell Elementary School and pulled over in the empty lot overlooking the miniscule baseball diamond. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. But one could not count with any confidence upon Capes.
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