"
"Anyhow, nothing will hurt us."
"What are you going to do, girls?" inquired the voice of Angelique
Saucier. The whole scheme took a foolish tinge as she spoke. They were
ashamed to tell her what they were going to do.
Peggy Morrison drew near and whispered, "We want to go to the old Jesuit
College and sow hempseed."
"Hempseed?"
"Yes. You do it on Midsummer Night."
"Will it grow the better for that?" asked the puzzled French girl.
"We don't want it to grow, you goose. We want to try our fortunes."
"It was Peggy Morrison's plan," spoke out Clarice Vigo.
"It's an old English custom," declared Peggy, "as old as burning
brushwood."
"Would you like to observe this old English custom, Mademoiselle Zhone?"
questioned Angelique.
"Yes, let us hurry on."
"I think myself it would be charming." The instant Angelique thought
this, Peggy Morrison's plan lost foolishness, and gained in all eyes the
dignity of adventure. "But we have no hempseed."
"Yes, we have," responded Peggy. "Our Dinah is there outside the fence
with her lap full of it.
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