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Author of "Keineth," "Larkspur" and "Happy House"
With Illustrations by Harriet Roosevelt Richards
Philadelphia and London J. B. Lippincott Company
Copyright, 1920, by J. B. Lippincott Company
Printed by J. B. Lippincott Company At the Washington Square Press Philadelphia, U. S. A.
"WRITE A STORY ABOUT SCHOOL," YOU ASKED ME. "WRITE A STORY IN WHICH THE HEROINE HAS A MOTHER AND A FATHER--WE'RE SO TIRED OF POOR ORPHANS," YOU BEGGED. I HAVE TRIED TO DO IT, ASKING YOUR FORGIVENESS FOR ONE LITTLE STEP-FATHER. TO YOU I AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATE THE STORY
[Illustration: AMID THE UNFORGETTABLE SHOUTS OF THE BOYS AND GIRLS SHE SLID EASILY ON DOWN THE TRAIL]
Amid the unforgettable shouts of the boys and girls she slid easily on down the trail
One by one, quite breathless with excitement, they climbed to the tower room
Gyp, Jerry, Tibby, even Graham, superintended Isobel's preparations for the dress rehearsal
If John Westley had not deliberately run away from his guide that August morning and lost himself on Kettle Mountain, he would never have found the Wishing-rock, nor the Witches' Glade, nor Miss Jerauld Travis.
Even a man whose hair has begun to grow a little gray over his ears can have moments of wildest rebellion against authority. John Westley had had such; he had wakened very early that morning, had watched the sun slant warmly across his very pleasant room at the Wayside Hotel and had fiercely hated the doctor, back in the city, who had printed on a slip of office paper definite rules for him, John Westley, aged thirty-five, to follow; hated the milk and eggs that he knew awaited him in the dining-room and hated, more than anything else, the smiling guide who had been spending the evening before, just as he had spent every evening, thinking out nice easy climbs that wouldn't tire a fellow who was recuperating from a very long siege of typhoid fever!