Four children sat around a large room which was empty of all furniture except wooden packing cases, in attitudes that indicated their various temperaments. Prue Wayne, twelve years old, sat up straight; she was as trim in muscles as in her tightly braided fair hair, her fleckless deep collar, her correctly laced shoes which were crossed, one over the other at the ankles above her sturdy feet. Isabel Lindsay, also twelve years old, half lay over the arm of her chair on her elbow, every line of her body graceful and expressive of interest, although her position might easily have been a lazy one. She was far prettier than neat and shining Prudence; her dark hair turned into rings wherever it c…
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