The Rudiments of Grammar for the English-Saxon Tongue by Elizabeth Elstob


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CHAPTER

I. A DECLARATION OF WAR

II. THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR

III. A GENEROUS APPEAL

IV. AN UNFORTUNATE AVIATOR

V. ON THE EVE OF BATTLE

VI. THE DEEPEST POSSIBLE DISGRACE

VII. GATHERING CLOUDS

VIII. THE PRICE OF FRIENDSHIP

IX. AN UNSUCCESSFUL INTERVIEW

X. THE SOPHOMORE BALL

XI. A LION AT LAST

XII. THE WAYS OF SCHOOLGIRLS

XIII. A SKATING PARTY

XIV. A BRAVE RESCUE

XV. A BELATED REPENTANCE

XVI. AN OUNCE OF LOYALTY

XVII. BURYING THE HATCHET

XVIII. AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR

XIX. THE GREAT GAME

XX. A PIECE OF NEWS

XXI. ANNE AND GRACE COMPARE NOTES

XXII. A RESCUE AND A REFORM

XXIII. GRACE MEETS A DISTINGUISHED CHARACTER

XXIV. COMMENCEMENT





CHAPTER I

A DECLARATION OF WAR


"Anne, you will never learn to do a side vault that way. Let me show you,"
exclaimed Grace Harlowe.

The gymnasium was full of High School girls, and a very busy and
interesting picture they made, running, leaping, vaulting, passing the
medicine ball and practising on the rings.

In one corner a class was in progress, the physical culture instructor
calling out her orders like an officer on parade.

The four girl chums had grown somewhat taller than when last seen. A rich
summer-vacation tan had browned their faces and Nora O'Malley's tip-tilted
Irish nose was dotted with freckles. All four were dressed in gymnasium
suits of dark blue and across the front of each blouse in letters of
sky-blue were the initials "O.H.S.S." which stood for "Oakdale High
School Sophomore." They were rather proud of these initials, perhaps
because the lettering was still too recent to have lost its novelty.

"Never mind," replied Anne Pierson; "I don't believe I shall ever learn,
it, but, thank goodness, vaulting isn't entirely necessary to human
happiness."

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