Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman by Josephine Chase

“What am I going to do without you, Marjorie?” Mary Raymond’s blue eyes looked suspiciously misty as she solemnly regarded her chum.

“What am I going to do without you, you mean,” corrected Marjorie Dean, with a wistful smile. “Please, please don’t let’s talk of it. I simply can’t bear it.”

“One, two—only two more weeks now,” sighed Mary. “You’ll surely write to me, Marjorie?”

“Of course, silly girl,” returned Marjorie, patting her friend’s arm affectionately. “I’ll write at least once a week.”