Harriet Pyne Grove

Summary

Harriet Pyne Grove,  The Strange Likeness (1929)

“ Yes, Mother, you will have a rival in Mrs. Harcourt now; but some way I do not think that they will rob us of Sidney.”
Mr. Thorne smiled into the disturbed face of his wife. “Oh dear,” she said, “would he, Shirley?”
Shirley was just thinking of that herself, but she said, “My father will do what is best for everybody. He always does.”
“But how about your mother? Oh, your poor mother, never to have known of Sidney!”
At that Sidney, now wiping her eyes looked at Shirley and laughed. “I guess she had the better girl,” she said, “and here I have two mothers! Well, Twin, how about it?”
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Harriet Pyne Grove,  The Strange Likeness (1929)

“ Hope, who lived in the same city, rather protested at her not having any one at her house, but she gave it up when she saw that it would make Sidney unhappy to interfere with her plans. Hope often gave up to the more insistent Sidney, but she was fond of Sidney and knew her good points as well as some of her faults,—the drawbacks, either in disposition or in perception of the facts of life, from which no one can be entirely free.
Together, in happy mood, the girls walked to the edge of the shore, where the restless waves of Lake Michigan broke on the sand and pebbles.
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Source: Gutenberg

Harriet Pyne Grove,  The Strange Likeness (1929)

“ But if our parents ever do see Shirley or hear about her, don’t flatter yourself, Sid, that we can muzzle our fathers. Our mothers might hesitate to say anything, but if I know Dad, he would be just as likely as not to mention it.”
“I suppose he would,” said Sidney, with a look and tone that made Caroline want to resort to “primitive measures,” she told Hope. “If we had been about six years old, Hope,” she said, “I would have slapped Sidney Thorne and not regretted it.”
“Tut-tut, Caroline,” laughed Hope. “It’s a primitive society, indeed, that can’t control its angry passions.”
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