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Ellen’s Secret
Ellen Tebbits was in a hurry. As she ran down Tillamook Street with her ballet slippers tucked under her arm, she did not even stop to scuff through the autumn leaves on the sidewalk. The reason Ellen was in a hurry was a secret she would never, never tell.
Ellen was a thin little girl, with dark hair and brown eyes.
She wore bands on her teeth, and her hair was scraggly on the left side of her face, because she spent so much time reading and twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she read. She had no brothers or sisters and, since Nancy Jane had moved away from next door, there was no one her own age living on Tillamook Street. So she had no really best friend. She did not even have a dog or cat to play with, because her mother said animals tracked in mud and left hair on the furniture.
Of course Ellen had lots of friends at school, but that was not the same as having a best friend who lived in the same neighbor-hood and could come over to play after school and on Saturdays.Today, however, Ellen was almost glad she did not have a best friend, because best friends do not have secrets from one another. She was sure she would rather be lonely the rest of her life than share the secret of why she had to get to her dancing class before any of the other girls.
The Spofford School of the Dance was upstairs over the Payless Drugstore. When Ellen came to the entrance at the side of the building, she paused to look anxiously up and down the street. Then, relieved that she saw no one she knew, she scampered up the long flight of steps as fast as she could run.
There was not a minute to waste.
She pushed open the door and looked quickly around the big, bare room. Maybe her plan was really going to work after all.
She was the first pupil to arrive.
Ellen’s teacher,Valerie Todd Spofford, was looking at some music with Mrs.Adams, the accompanist, at the piano in the corner of the room. She was really Mrs. John Spofford and had a son named Otis, who was in Ellen’s room at school. Because she taught dancing, people did not call her Mrs. John Spofford. They called her by her full name, Valerie Todd Spofford.
“Good afternoon, Ellen,” she said. “You’re early.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Spofford,” answered Ellen, and hurried past the long mirrors that covered one wall.
When Ellen opened the dressing-room door, she made a terrible discovery. Someone was in the dressing room ahead of her.
Austine Allen was sitting on a bench lacing her ballet slippers. Austine was a new girl, both in the dancing class and in Ellen’s room at school. Ellen knew she had just come from California, because she mentioned it so often. She thought the new girl looked good-natured and untidy, but she really had not paid much attention to her.
“Oh,” said Ellen. “Hello. I didn’t know anyone was here.”
“I guess I’m early,” said Austine and then added, “but so are you.”
The girls looked at each other. Ellen noticed that Austine had already changed into the required costume of the Spofford School of the Dance. This was a short full skirt of tulle gathered onto a sateen top that had straps over the shoulders. Austine looked chubby in her green costume.
Neither girl spoke. Oh, why doesn’t she leave, thought Ellen desperately. Maybe if I wait long enough she’ll go into the other room. Ellen removed her jacket as slowly as she could. No, I can’t wait. The others will be here any minute.
“This is a silly costume we have to wear,” said Austine. “When I took ballet lessons in California we always wore shorts and T-shirts.”
“Well, I think it’s pretty,” said Ellen, as she took her pink costume from the rack along the wall.Why don’t you go away, she thought. She said, “It’s almost like real ballerinas wear. When I’m wearing it, I pretend I’m a real dancer.”
Austine stood up. “Not even real ballerinas practice in full skirts like these. They wear leotards. In California .
Ellen’s Secret
Ellen Tebbits was in a hurry. As she ran down Tillamook Street with her ballet slippers tucked under her arm, she did not even stop to scuff through the autumn leaves on the sidewalk. The reason Ellen was in a hurry was a secret she would never, never tell.
Ellen was a thin little girl, with dark hair and brown eyes.
She wore bands on her teeth, and her hair was scraggly on the left side of her face, because she spent so much time reading and twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she read. She had no brothers or sisters and, since Nancy Jane had moved away from next door, there was no one her own age living on Tillamook Street. So she had no really best friend. She did not even have a dog or cat to play with, because her mother said animals tracked in mud and left hair on the furniture.
Of course Ellen had lots of friends at school, but that was not the same as having a best friend who lived in the same neighbor-hood and could come over to play after school and on Saturdays.Today, however, Ellen was almost glad she did not have a best friend, because best friends do not have secrets from one another. She was sure she would rather be lonely the rest of her life than share the secret of why she had to get to her dancing class before any of the other girls.
The Spofford School of the Dance was upstairs over the Payless Drugstore. When Ellen came to the entrance at the side of the building, she paused to look anxiously up and down the street. Then, relieved that she saw no one she knew, she scampered up the long flight of steps as fast as she could run.
There was not a minute to waste.
She pushed open the door and looked quickly around the big, bare room. Maybe her plan was really going to work after all.
She was the first pupil to arrive.
Ellen’s teacher,Valerie Todd Spofford, was looking at some music with Mrs.Adams, the accompanist, at the piano in the corner of the room. She was really Mrs. John Spofford and had a son named Otis, who was in Ellen’s room at school. Because she taught dancing, people did not call her Mrs. John Spofford. They called her by her full name, Valerie Todd Spofford.
“Good afternoon, Ellen,” she said. “You’re early.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Spofford,” answered Ellen, and hurried past the long mirrors that covered one wall.
When Ellen opened the dressing-room door, she made a terrible discovery. Someone was in the dressing room ahead of her.
Austine Allen was sitting on a bench lacing her ballet slippers. Austine was a new girl, both in the dancing class and in Ellen’s room at school. Ellen knew she had just come from California, because she mentioned it so often. She thought the new girl looked good-natured and untidy, but she really had not paid much attention to her.
“Oh,” said Ellen. “Hello. I didn’t know anyone was here.”
“I guess I’m early,” said Austine and then added, “but so are you.”
The girls looked at each other. Ellen noticed that Austine had already changed into the required costume of the Spofford School of the Dance. This was a short full skirt of tulle gathered onto a sateen top that had straps over the shoulders. Austine looked chubby in her green costume.
Neither girl spoke. Oh, why doesn’t she leave, thought Ellen desperately. Maybe if I wait long enough she’ll go into the other room. Ellen removed her jacket as slowly as she could. No, I can’t wait. The others will be here any minute.
“This is a silly costume we have to wear,” said Austine. “When I took ballet lessons in California we always wore shorts and T-shirts.”
“Well, I think it’s pretty,” said Ellen, as she took her pink costume from the rack along the wall.Why don’t you go away, she thought. She said, “It’s almost like real ballerinas wear. When I’m wearing it, I pretend I’m a real dancer.”
Austine stood up. “Not even real ballerinas practice in full skirts like these. They wear leotards. In California .
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