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An embryo actress at the age of six, her actions belie this angelic pose. By now, her illustrious ancestors were turning in their tombs at her escapades
ieen a very small figure, and it had run first, t/laggie Sullavan was never the one to take the 'efensive. She called out, in her young treble, .Whoever you are, come out of there!"
There was a paralyzing instant in which nothing happened.
Then from the darkness appeared a boy, of ibout her own size, dressed in a smart jacket md short trousers and a pair of the loudest, riost beautiful socks she had ever seen. He ipproached slowly, grinning a little.
"What're you doing way out here alone at light?" Maggie asked sternly.
"What're you?"
"I'm going for a walk."
"So am I. I do this lots."
Pause.
"I'm from that school up the road," she inormed him then.
"I go to a boys' academy just the other side of :hose woods. I hate it," he added dispassionately. "They're all crazy, those guys. You like rco catch frogs?"
Maggie gulped. Here was a contretemps. But she faced it bravely.
"Yes."
"I caught three last night," the lad told her. "Come on, I'll show you my way."
The next morning a strange thing happened at Chatham Episcopal Institute. A frog was found
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in the top drawer of the principal's desk, causing chaos. If it had been a boys' school, they could have understood it; as it was, they observed the curious look of peace on Maggie's face, took into account her previous activities, and assessed her a hundred lines of Gaul on general principles.
She didn't complain. It had been worth it. But a few weeks later the boy asked her to a dance at his school, and they wouldn't let her go. Young ladies did not go to dances, at her age (and with her record); particularly, they did not accept invitations from young men to whom they had not been properly introduced. . . .
And that was the end. All that was bitter, all that cried out in protest, all the capacity to remember for future vengeance that dwelt within her furious heart gathered into a compact knot of hatred which she nourished with care. After
that, a little quirk of amused disdain rode the corners of her mouth, and her eyes said nothing openly, ever, and she obeyed orders in a way that was gratifying unless you were shrewd enough to perceive the set of her shoulders, the magnificent, scornful insouciance with which she did what she was told.
Then her obedience, in some subtle manner, became an insult.
In her last year, they asked her to play Bab in "Bab, a Sub-Deb," and she refused quietly. Then she changed her mind. During rehearsals she read her lines with a queer meekness, making an acceptable job of them. But on the night of the performance she dressed herself with fingers that trembled, not with nervousness but with suppressed excitement. The quirk at the corners of her mouth was emphasized tonight, and her eyes held a secret which obviously de(Continued on page 80)
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