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V. A FRIENDLY ENEMY
VI. A NOVEL JAIL
VII. TENDERFOOT ADVENTURES
VIII. CLUE TO THE MISSING
IX. TRIBUTE OF ROSES
X. TELLING SECRETS
XI. THE TANGLED WEB
XII. TESSIE
XIII. BROKEN FAITH
XIV. WOODLAND MAGIC
XV. VENTURE TROOP
XVI. MORE MYSTERIES
XVII. JACQUELINE
XVIII. DAISIES AND DANGERS
XIX. THE FLYING SQUADRON
XX. CLEO'S EXPERIMENT
XXI. FORGING AHEAD
XXII. THE WHIRLING MAY-POLE
XXIII. RAINBOW'S END
CHAPTER I
GIRLS AND GIRLS
It was much like a scene in a movie play. The shabby dark room
lighted by a single oil lamp if any light could make its way
through the badly smoked glass that served as a chimney, the
broken chair, and the table piled high with what appeared to be
rags, but which might have been intended for wearing apparel, the
torn window curtain hanging so disconsolately from the broken cord
it had one time proudly swung from, and the indescribable bed!
Like some sentinel watching the calamitous surroundings, a girl
stood in the midst of this squalor, her bright golden hair and her
pretty fair face, with its azure blue eyes, marking a pathetic
contrast to all the sordid, dark detail of the ill-kept room. She
took from the side pocket of her plaid skirt a bit of crumpled
paper, and placing it directly under the lamp, followed its
written lines. Having finished the reading, she carefully folded
the worn slip again, and returned it to her pocket. Then she threw
back her pretty head, and any frequenter of the screen world would
have known instantly that the girl had decided--and further, that
her decision required courage, and perhaps defiance.
With determination marking every move, she crossed to the tumbled
bed, and stooping, dragged from beneath it a bag, the sort called
"telescope," and used rarely now, even by the traveling salesman,
who at one time found the sliding trunk so useful. It would
"telescope," and being thus adjustable, lent its proportions to
any sized burden imposed upon it. Into this the girl tossed a few
articles selected from the rummage on the table, a pair of shoes
gathered from more debris in a corner, and on top a sweater and
skirt, taken from a peg on the door. All together this composed
rather a pretentious assortment for the telescope.
But the girl did not jam down the cover in that "movie" way common
to runaways, rather she paused, glanced furtively about the gloomy
place, and finally taking a candle from a very high shelf, lighted
the taper, evidently for some delicate task in the way of
gathering up her very personal belongings.
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