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[Illustration: Before either Tess or Dot thought to cry out for help, they were out of sight of the camp.]
HOW THEY REACHED PLEASANT COVE AND WHAT HAPPENED AFTERWARD
Author of "The Corner House Girls," "The Corner House Girls at School," etc.
THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS AT SCHOOL THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS UNDER CANVAS THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS IN A PLAY THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS' ODD FIND THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS ON A TOUR
I. Tom Jonah II. Something to Look Forward To III. The Dance at Carrie Poole's IV. The Mystery of June Wildwood V. Off for the Seaside VI. On the Train VII. Something Ahead VIII. The Gypsy Camp IX. The Spoondrift Bungalow X. Some Excitement XI. The Little Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe XII. A Picnic with Agamemnon XIII. The Night of the Big Wind XIV. An Important Arrival XV. Two Girls in a Boat--to Say Nothing of the Dog! XVI. The Gypsies Again XVII. On Wild Goose Island XVIII. The Search XIX. A Startling Meeting XX. The Frankfurter Man XXI. Mrs. Bobster's Mysterious Friend XXII. The Yarn of the "Spanking Sal" XXIII. The Shadow XXIV. Brought to Book XXV. The End of the Outing
Before either Tess or Dot thought to cry out for help, they were out of sight of the camp
A kicking figure was sprawled on the roof, clinging with both hands to the ridge of it
Ruth actually went back, groping through the gathering smoke, for the doll. With it she scrambled out upon the shingles
The dog was perplexed. He started after the man; he started back for the girls. He whined and he barked
"Come here, Tess! Come quick and look at this poor dog. He's just drip-ping-_wet_!"
Dot Kenway stood at a sitting-room window of the old Corner House, looking out upon Willow Street. It was a dripping day, and anything or anybody that remained out-of-doors and exposed to the downpour for half an hour, was sure to be saturated.
Nothing wetter or more miserable looking than the dog in question had come within the range of the vision of the two younger Corner House girls that Saturday morning.
Tess, who was older than Dot, came running. Anything as frightfully despondent and hopeless looking as that dog was bound to touch the tender heart of Tess Kenway.