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CHAPTER ITHE GO-AHEAD CLUB
“Oh, girls! such news!” cried Wynifred Mallory, banging open the door of Canoe Lodge, and bringing into the living room a big breath of the cool May air, which drew out of the open fireplace a sudden balloon of smoke, setting the other members of the Go-Ahead Club there assembled coughing.
Grace Hedges, who was acting as fireman that week, turned an exasperated face, with a bar of smut across it,... more...
CHAPTER IEVERYTHING AT ONCE!
Whenever she heard the siren of the ladder-truck, as it swung out of its station on the neighboring street, Lydia Bray ran to the single window of the flat that looked out on Trimble Avenue.
They were four flights up. There were twenty-three other families in this “double-decker.” A fire in the house was the oldest Bray girl’s nightmare by night and haunting spectre by day.
Lydia just... more...
CHAPTER I
“SNUGGY” AND THE ROSE PONY
“Hi, Rose! Up, girl! There’s another party making for the View by the far path. Get a move on, Rosie.”
The strawberry roan tossed her cropped mane and her dainty little hoofs clattered more quickly over the rocky path which led up from the far-reaching grazing lands of Sunset Ranch to the summit of the rocky eminence that bounded the valley upon the east.
To the west lay a... more...
CHAPTER ITHE ADVENTURE IN THE COULIE
The report of a bird gun made the single rider in sight upon the short-grassed plain pull in her pinto and gaze westerly toward the setting sun, now going down in a field of golden glory.
The pinto stood like a statue, and its rider seemed a part of the steed, so well did she sit in her saddle. She gazed steadily under her hand–gazed and listened.
Finally, she murmured: “That’s the snarl... more...
CHAPTER I
MISS NOBODY FROM NOWHERE
The girls at Higbee School that term had a craze for marking everything they owned with their monograms. Such fads run through schools like the measles.
Their clothing, books, tennis rackets, school-bags—everything that was possible—blossomed with monograms, more or less ornate.
Of course, some girls’ initials offered a wider scope than others’ for the expression of artistic ideas;... more...