CHAPTER XX

A NARROW ESCAPE

The picnic was the real thing. That is, it was the real old-fashioned sort of a picnic, and it was therefore a novelty to most of its participants.

Patty had been on many motor picnics, where elaborate luncheons were served by white-garbed waiters, with the same appointments of silver, glass, and china that she would use at home. But not since her Vernondale days had she attended this sort of picnic. There were no servants. The simple but appetising luncheon was spread on a tablecloth laid on the grass, and, true to tradition, a grasshopper now and then leaped in among the viands, or an audacious spiderattempted to approach the feast. But these were few and easily vanquished by the brave and valiant men of the party.

The men, too, proved themselves capable in the arts of fire-building and coffee-making, so that Patty, who was a born cook and loved it, found no use for her talent. So she and the other girls set the table as daintily as they could with the primitive means at their command, and decorated it prettily with wild flowers.

“As a rule,” said Elise, as she sat with a sandwich in one hand and a glass of lemonade in the other, “I like silver forks and china plates at a picnic, but, for once, I do think these wooden butter plates and paper napkins are rather fun. What do you think, Patty?”

“Far be it from me to cast reflections on the goods my host provides, but, generally speaking, I confess I like my table a few feet above the over-attentive population of Mother Earth.”

“Oh, pshaw, Patty!” exclaimed Philip. “You’re no kind of a sport! You’re a pampered darling of luxurious modernity.”

“Gracious! What an awful thing to be!” cried Patty, in mock dismay.

“And, anyway, Patty,” said the blunt Mona, “if you hadn’t put all those old weedy flowers on the tablecloth, there wouldn’t be any ants and things. They’ve mostly come out of your decorations.”

“I believe you’re right,” said Patty, laughing. “So the picnic is a success after all, and it’s only our decorations that made any trouble.”

Then they all ate heartily of the feast, and there was much laughter and merriment, and afterward they sat round the fire and told stories and sang songs, and they all declared it was the very nicest picnic ever was, and they were sorry when it was time to go home.

“But we must be going,” Patty said, “for I promised Nan we’d be home in ample time to dress for dinner, and it’s a fairly long ride.”

“Do we go back the same way we came?” asked Elise, looking at Philip with an arch air of enquiry.

“Go back any way you please, fair lady,” he replied. “The way we came is the shortest, but there is a longer way round, if you prefer it.”

“I don’t mean that,” said Elise. “I mean do we go with the same partners?”

“I do,” declared Philip, “and Miss Fairfield does. The rest of you may do just as you choose.”

“Then I think we’ll go as we came,” said Elise, with an air of satisfaction.

The simplicity of Philip’s picnic made it an easy matter to pack up to go home, as there was little beside the tablecloth to take with them, and so they were soon ready for the homeward trip.

As host, Philip sent off the other cars first, and, after they were all started, he stepped into the Swift Camilla, beside Patty, who was already in the driving seat.

“I’m going to drive home, you know,” she said. “I’m simply dying to get hold of this steering bar once more.”

“All right; you may drive, but let’s go round the other route; it’s only a little bit longer.”

“How much longer?”

“Not more than a mile or two,—two at the most.”

“Are you sure of that?”

“Positive!”

“All right; then we’ve time enough. Where do we turn off?”

“At this next turn to the left. That takes us around past Berry Hill, and so on around by Blue Lake.”

“Oh, yes, I know the way after we reach Blue Lake. Here we go, then!”

Patty took the turn Philip had indicated, and, as she did so, she caught the last glimpse of the other three cars disappearing in the distance as they went home by the same road they came.

The road she had turned into was far more picturesque and beautiful, and, as this portion of it was new to her, she was delighted to see it.

“What high hills!” she exclaimed. “Why, they’re almost mountains!”

“Hardly that; but they are fairly high hills, to be so near the seashore. Don’t you want me to drive, Patty? This road has sharp corners, and around these hills it’s hard to see anybody coming.”

“No, I’ll drive and you keep a watch out. We haven’t met a car yet.”

“No, and I wonder at it. Usually there are lots of racers and touring cars along here. But, of course, it’s early in the season for them.”

“How is that you are so familiar with this locality? You seem to know all about it.”

“I spent a summer down here some years ago. That’s how I knew where that picnic ground is. Look out, there’s a bad place in the road!”

But Patty had already seen it, and was skilfully steering so as to avoid it.

“You see everything,” said Philip, admiringly; “you’re a wonderful little motorist! I never saw anybody drive better than you do; and so easily, too. Merciful Heavens!”

Patty gave a jump at Philip’s excited exclamation, and saw, straight in front of her, an immense red car at full speed. It had swung around a sharp angle, and could not possibly have been seen by them until it burst on their vision not twenty yards away. They had heard no signal, which was culpable carelessness on the part of the driver of the big car, and perhaps Patty was equally culpable in not having sounded her own horn.

But this was no time to think of such matters, for they were really in perilous danger. The driver of the big car did nothing to avert disaster. It could not be he was indifferent to the awful situation; he looked more as if he were stunned by the sudden realisation of it.

Patty was absolutely paralysed with fear. She realised fully their plight, she knew that nothing could save them from instant and terrible collision, and her muscles were absolutely powerless to move.

The short distance between the two cars diminished like lightning, and neither car had swerved from a straight line leading to the other.

Patty tried to shriek, but her stiffened tongue gave forth no sound.

At sight of the big car, Philip Van Reypen was stunned also. But, in an instant, he recovered his senses, and, in another instant, he had shot out his right hand and, seizing the controller handle, pushed it backward with a force that nearly crushed Patty’s hand that held it. Then, grasping the steering bar with his other hand, he swerved the car over to the right, blindly trying to find the reverse lever with his foot.

Then happened what Philip knew would happen. The Camilla banged into a sheer cliff of rock, but took it sideways. He grasped Patty as the car stopped, and they were both jolted backward.

By presence of mind and quick action, he had run the car into the cliff, causing thereby a minor smash-up, instead of meeting the big red car in a head-on collision, which would surely have meant fatality.

Patty was very white, but she did not faint. The shock restored her numbed senses, and she turned to Philip with a glance of perfect understanding of what he had done.

“Oh, Patty,” he whispered, in a tense voice, “thank Heaven you’re safe!”

“It was a miracle, Philip; but you did it yourself! I knew it at the time, my brain worked perfectly, but my muscles were paralysed by fear. Oh, suppose yours had been, too!”

“I could have done better if I could have sensed the thing an instant sooner. For a second my brain wouldn’t work, and then I saw my way clear, like a flash, but it was too late! I hadn’t time to back or to get across in front of the car. It was either to run into this cliff, or have that immense machine run into us.”

“It was splendid!” said Patty, the tears coming to her eyes; and then the reaction from the shock came, and she burst into violent sobbing.

“Don’t, Patty; don’t do that,” said Philip, in a pained voice, and Patty looked up, smiling through her tears.

“I’m not really crying,” she said; “it’s just a foolish reaction, and I can’t help it. I’m sorry to be so silly, but I’m just a little hysterical from,—from joy, you know.”

“You behaved splendidly, Patty! If you had moved hand or foot, we would have been dashed to pieces. It was only because I could get full command of the controller and the steering bar that I could manage at all. If you had given a convulsive push the other way,—well, never mind that! But I expect I crushed your hand when I grasped the controller. I had to, to make sure that you didn’t jerk it the other way unintentionally.”

“I guess you did hurt my hand;” and Patty held it up to see. Sure enough, black and blue bruises already appeared on fingers and palm.

“Poor little hand,” said Philip, taking it in his own. “I’m so sorry, Patty.”

“Don’t talk to me like that!” exclaimed Patty, “as if I were a molly-coddle! I’m glad you smashed my hand, as that was the only way to save us from——”

“From certain death,” said Philip, gravely.

And then they heard a motor coming behind them, and, looking up, found a good-sized touring car, which was about to pass them, but had stopped at their side.

“Want help?” called out a cheery voice, and Philip answered, “Indeed, we do!”

The stranger jumped out of his car, and came over to inspect the Camilla.

“I ought to get out,” whispered Philip. “Are you brave enough to sit here alone, Patty?”

“Of course; Camilla can’t run away now!”

Philip and the other man looked about to see what had really happened to Patty’s car. There was not so much damage as it seemed at first, for, with the exception of a smashed mudguard, and some dents and bruises, nothing was broken, except the shaft drive axle. But this, of course, rendered the car helpless as to her motor, though her running gear was all right.

“I’ll give you a tow,” said the stranger heartily. “Where do you want to go?”

“To Spring Beach,” answered Philip. “Are you going that way?”

“I can go that way as well as not, and, when people come as near death and destruction as you people did, I think it’s only human to take you home. Perfect marvel, though, how you escaped with so little injury to the car!”

“Perfect marvel how we escaped at all!” said Philip. “I did what I could, but, when I see the narrow margin we had on either side, I wonder we weren’t smashed to bits, anyway.”

“It is a wonder!” said the stranger. “Most marvellous thing I ever saw,—and I’ve seen lots of motor accidents. My name’s Hampton,—Henry Hampton,—and now, if you’ll help me rig up the tow, I’ll pull you home.”

And so, after a short time, Philip and Patty, still seated in the damaged Camilla, went swiftly along, towed by kind-hearted Henry Hampton’s powerful car.

Of course, when they reached “The Pebbles,” an anxious crowd awaited them.

“It’s getting to be sort of a habit, our getting home late, with an accident to report,” said Philip, as they turned in the gate, and Patty couldn’t help smiling, though her nerves were still tingling from the recent shock, and from the realisation of their wonderful escape.

The laughing crowd on the veranda grew suddenly still as they saw a strange motor enter the gate with the Camilla in tow.

“What has happened?” cried Nan, as they came within hearing distance.

“We’re all right, father!” called out Patty, anxious to allay the look of fear and consternation on her father’s face.

“Patty, dear child, what is it?” exclaimed Mr. Fairfield, as he lifted Patty, still white and trembling, out of the car.

“An accident, father,—an awful accident! And Philip was the hero this time; he saved my life, and he did it in a most wonderful way! I’ll tell you about it sometime, but I can’t now;” and Patty fell limply into her father’s arms.

“Never mind, darling, it’s all right,” said Mr. Fairfield, soothingly, as he kissed the pale brow, and carried Patty up the steps and into the house. He laid her on a couch, and, under Nan’s gentle ministrations, she soon revived.

Meantime, Henry Hampton was telling the tale as he had understood it.

“Mighty slick piece of work!” he said. “Never saw anything like it in my life! That young fellow ought to have medals pinned all over him.”

“There, there, Mr. Hampton, that’ll be about all,” said Philip, trying to shut off the tide of compliments from the stranger.

“No, ’taint about all!” declared Mr. Hampton, wagging his head, “but I guess the little lady can tell you the story, once she feels like herself again. I must be gettin’ along now, but I just want to remark, edgewise, that I’ve seen lots of pluck and bravery in my day, but for hair-trigger intellect, coolheadedness, pluck, and plumb bravery, I never saw such an exhibition as this here chap put up to-day! Good-afternoon, all;” and, with a wave of his hand, Mr. Hampton went away.

Philip was the hero of the hour, but he would not admit that he had done anything praiseworthy or unusual.

“There was only one thing to do,” he said; “only one possible chance to take, and of course I took it; and almost by a miracle it went through all right, and we smashed the car, but saved our lives.”

“Don’t you listen to him!” called out Patty. “You people come in here, and I’ll tell you all about it! I was driving, and it was next to impossible for Philip to get hold of the bars, acrossme. But he did it! and he did it in time! and he did it exactly right! And I just sat there paralysed with fear, and unable to move. But I suppose you don’t expect a girl to be very brave,—and I sort of collapsed, I know. But Philip is a hero, and I want him appreciated as such.”

“He is, Patty dear,” said her father; “and, though he’s awfully modest himself about his brave deed, he has the honour and respect and gratitude of all of us for his wonderful quickness of brain and hand that saved his own life,—and that of my little girl.”

Mr. Fairfield’s voice broke as he folded Patty in his arms, and he kissed her with all of a father’s love for the treasure he had so nearly lost.

Melody Lane Mystery Stories

By LILIAN GARIS

Thrills, secrets, ghosts—adventures that will fascinate you seem to surround pretty Carol Duncan. A vivid, plucky girl, her cleverness at solving mysteries will captivate and thrill every mystery fan.

The author has written many popular mystery stories for girls and in this new series Mrs. Garis is at her best.

THE GHOST OF MELODY LANE

Mystery surrounds the great organ in the home of the “Cameo Lady”—beloved friend of Carol and sponsor of the girls’ Choral Club. Three people see the “ghost” that wanders in the grove carrying a waxy white rose. And Carol finds the rose! In the end she finds the ghost too!

THE FORBIDDEN TRAIL

There was a tradition at “Splatter Castle” on Melody Lane, and Marah Splartier, eccentric aunt of Veronica Flint determined to protect Vera from following the long line of family tragedies that had had their beginning on the “forbidden trail.” Carol has several bad frights before she clears up the mystery that keeps the little family at Splatter Castle unhappy and afraid.

THE TOWER SECRET

The winking lights flashing from the old tower on the grounds of the Bonds’ new home defy explanation. There is no one in the tower—and no electric power or connections! Had the engaging circus family that Carol befriended anything to do with the mystery? And what interest had Parsnips, the queer old farmer, in the “ghost” tower?

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DANA GIRLS MYSTERY STORIES

By CAROLYN KEENE

Impetuous, delightful Jean Dana and her charming, serious minded sister Louise find themselves in the midst of several mysteries, when they attempt to aid people who are in trouble. Thrilling moments come to the girls as they follow up clue after clue in an endeavor to untangle the knotty problems in which they become enmeshed.

BY THE LIGHT OF THE STUDY LAMP

A stolen study lamp, a fortune teller, and a distressed schoolmate provide plenty of excitement for the Dana girls before they locate the persons responsible for many mysterious happenings.

THE SECRET AT LONE TREE COTTAGE

While the girls are at Starhurst School, they learn that their beloved English teacher has vanished in a strange manner. In tracing her, Jean and Louise are able to aid the frantic relatives of a dear little curly-haired tot, but not before they themselves are in danger of disappearing.

IN THE SHADOW OF THE TOWER

The mingling of unusual characters, who have life interests very different from one another, lends excitement and intrigue to a Christmas vacation of the Dana girls. Their ability to fit together the pieces of a strange puzzle brings happiness to several persons.

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THE JUDY BOLTON

MYSTERY STORIES

By MARGARET SUTTON

Here is a new series of mystery stories for girls by an author who knows the kind of stories every girl wants to read—mystery of the “shivery” sort, adventure that makes the nerves tingle, clever “detecting” and a new lovable heroine, Judy Bolton, whom all girls will take to their hearts at once.

THE VANISHING SHADOW

Judy’s safety is threatened by a gang of crooks who think she knows too much about their latest “deal.” She is constantly pursued by a mysterious shadow which vanishes before she can get a glimpse of its owner.

THE HAUNTED ATTIC

The Boltons move into a large rambling house reputed to be haunted. Even the brave Judy who has looked forward to “spooky” goings on is thoroughly frightened at the strange scrapings and rappings and the eery “crying ghost.”

THE INVISIBLE CHIMES

Through an automobile accident a strange girl is taken into the Bolton household—the whole family becomes attached to her and interested in her story. Judy tracks down many clues before she finally uncovers the real identity of “Honey.”

SEVEN STRANGE CLUES

Judy gets to the bottom of a mystery that centers around a prize poster contest and a fire in the school building—through seven baffling clues that hold the key to the answer.

THE GHOST PARADE

Seven monster heads—Indian totems—provide mystery and humor and adventure in this thrilling story.

THE YELLOW PHANTOM

With her quick thinking and courage Judy rescues a lost friend and solves the mystery of “Golden Girl.”

THE MYSTIC BALL

Irene, the “engaged girl,” is frightened by a crystal-gazer but Judy exposes the trickery and saves her friend’s romance.

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THE NANCY DREW MYSTERY

STORIES

By CAROLYN KEENE

Illustrated. Every Volume Complete in Itself.

Here is a thrilling series of mystery stories for girls. Nancy Drew, ingenious, alert, is the daughter of a famous criminal lawyer and she herself is deeply interested in his mystery cases. Her interest involves her often in some very dangerous and exciting situations.

THE SECRET OF THE OLD CLOCK

Nancy, unaided, seeks to locate a missing will and finds herself in the midst of adventure.

THE HIDDEN STAIRCASE

Mysterious happenings in an old stone mansion lead to an investigation by Nancy.

THE BUNGALOW MYSTERY

Nancy has some perilous experiences around a deserted bungalow.

THE MYSTERY AT LILAC INN

Quick thinking and quick action were needed for Nancy to extricate herself from a dangerous situation.

THE SECRET AT SHADOW RANCH

On a vacation in Arizona Nancy uncovers an old mystery and solves it.

THE SECRET OF RED GATE FARM

Nancy exposes the doings of a secret society on an isolated farm.

THE CLUE IN THE DIARY

A fascinating and exciting story of a search for a clue to a surprising mystery.

NANCY’S MYSTERIOUS LETTER

Nancy receives a letter informing her that she is heir to a fortune. This story tells of her search for another Nancy Drew.

THE SIGN OF THE TWISTED CANDLES

Nancy, as mediator in a generation-old feud, divulges an unknown birthright.

THE PASSWORD TO LARKSPUR LANE

A carrier pigeon furnishes Nancy with a clue to a mysterious retreat.

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THE BLYTHE GIRLS BOOKS

By LAURA LEE HOPE

Author of The Outdoor Girls Series

Illustrated by Thelma Gooch

The Blythe Girls, three in number, were left alone in New York City. Helen, who went in for art and music, kept the little flat uptown, while Margy, just out of business school, obtained a position as secretary and Rose, plain-spoken and business like, took what she called a “job” in a department store. The experiences of these girls make fascinating reading—life in the great metropolis is thrilling and full of strange adventures and surprises.

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN, MARGY AND ROSETHE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY’S QUEER INHERITANCETHE BLYTHE GIRLS: ROSE’S GREAT PROBLEMTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN’S STRANGE BOARDERTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: THREE ON A VACATIONTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY’S SECRET MISSIONTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: ROSE’S ODD DISCOVERYTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: THE DISAPPEARANCE OF HELENTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: SNOWBOUND IN CAMPTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY’S MYSTERIOUS VISITORTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: ROSE’S HIDDEN TALENTTHE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN’S WONDERFUL MISTAKE

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN, MARGY AND ROSE

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY’S QUEER INHERITANCE

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: ROSE’S GREAT PROBLEM

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN’S STRANGE BOARDER

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: THREE ON A VACATION

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY’S SECRET MISSION

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: ROSE’S ODD DISCOVERY

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: THE DISAPPEARANCE OF HELEN

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: SNOWBOUND IN CAMP

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY’S MYSTERIOUS VISITOR

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: ROSE’S HIDDEN TALENT

THE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN’S WONDERFUL MISTAKE

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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES

By LAURA LEE HOPE

Author of “The Blythe Girls Books.”

Every Volume Complete in Itself.

These are the adventures of a group of bright, fun-loving, up-to-date girls who have a common bond in their fondness for outdoor life, camping, travel and adventure. There is excitement and humor in these stories and girls will find in them the kind of pleasant associations that they seek to create among their own friends and chums.

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CARTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMPTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDATHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEWTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLANDTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT THE HOSTESS HOUSETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT BLUFF POINTTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT WILD ROSE LODGETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN THE SADDLETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AROUND THE CAMPFIRETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON CAPE CODTHE OUTDOOR GULLS AT FOAMING FALLSTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS ALONG THE COASTTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT SPRING HILL FARMTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT NEW MOON RANCHTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON A HIKETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON A CANOE TRIPTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT CEDAR RIDGETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN THE AIR

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEW

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLAND

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT THE HOSTESS HOUSE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT BLUFF POINT

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT WILD ROSE LODGE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN THE SADDLE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AROUND THE CAMPFIRE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON CAPE COD

THE OUTDOOR GULLS AT FOAMING FALLS

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ALONG THE COAST

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT SPRING HILL FARM

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT NEW MOON RANCH

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON A HIKE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON A CANOE TRIP

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT CEDAR RIDGE

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN THE AIR

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THE LILIAN GARIS BOOKS

Illustrated. Every Volume Complete in Itself.

Among her “fan” letters Lilian Garis receives some flattering testimonials of her girl readers’ interest in her stories. From a class of thirty comes a vote of twenty-five naming her as their favorite author. Perhaps it is the element of live mystery that Mrs. Garis always builds her stories upon, or perhaps it is because the girls easily can translate her own sincere interest in themselves from the stories. At any rate her books prosper through the changing conditions of these times, giving pleasure, satisfaction, and, incidentally, that tactful word of inspiration, so important in literature for young girls. Mrs. Garis prefers to call her books “juvenile novels” and in them romance is never lacking.

JUDY JORDANJUDY JORDAN’S DISCOVERYSALLY FOR SHORTSALLY FOUND OUTA GIRL CALLED TEDTED AND TONY, TWO GIRLS OF TODAYCLEO’S MISTY RAINBOWCLEO’S CONQUESTBARBARA HALEBARBARA HALE’S MYSTERY FRIENDNANCY BRANDONNANCY BRANDON’S MYSTERYCONNIE LORINGCONNIE LORING’S GYPSY FRIENDJOAN: JUST GIRLJOAN’S GARDEN OF ADVENTUREGLORIA: A GIRL AND HER DADGLORIA AT BOARDING SCHOOL

JUDY JORDAN

JUDY JORDAN’S DISCOVERY

SALLY FOR SHORT

SALLY FOUND OUT

A GIRL CALLED TED

TED AND TONY, TWO GIRLS OF TODAY

CLEO’S MISTY RAINBOW

CLEO’S CONQUEST

BARBARA HALE

BARBARA HALE’S MYSTERY FRIEND

NANCY BRANDON

NANCY BRANDON’S MYSTERY

CONNIE LORING

CONNIE LORING’S GYPSY FRIEND

JOAN: JUST GIRL

JOAN’S GARDEN OF ADVENTURE

GLORIA: A GIRL AND HER DAD

GLORIA AT BOARDING SCHOOL

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The Children’s Favorite Series

FOR BOYS AND GIRLS OF EVERY AGE

These books belong in every home where there are children

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Alice in WonderlandLewis Carroll

AmericaRobert W. Chambers

Black BeautyAnna Sewell

Eight CousinsLouisa May Alcott

Hans BrinkerMary Mapes Dodge

HeidiJohanna Spyri

Helen’s BabiesJohn Habberton

Last of the Mohicans, TheJames F. Cooper

Light House at the End of the World, TheJules Verne

Little Lame Prince, TheMiss Mullock

Little MenLouisa M. Alcott

Little MinisterSir James Barrie

Little WomenLouisa May Alcott

Mr. Midshipman EasyCaptain Marryat

Mysterious Island, TheJules Verne

Old Fashioned Girl, AnLouisa May Alcott

Oliver TwistCharles Dickens

Oregon Trail, TheFrancis Parkman

Pilgrim’s Progress, TheJohn Bunyan

PinocchioC. Collodi

Robinson CrusoeDaniel Defoe

Rose in BloomLouisa May Alcott

Scarlet LetterNathaniel Hawthorne

Spy, TheJames F. Cooper

Story of a Bad Boy, TheThomas Bailey Aldrich

Swiss Family RobinsonJohann R. Wyss

Tales from ShakespeareCharles and Mary Lamb

Tom Brown’s School DaysThomas Hughes

Treasure IslandRobert Louis Stevenson

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the SeaJules Verne

Two Years Before the MastRichard Henry Dana

Uncle Tom’s CabinHarriet Beecher Stowe

Under the LilacsLouisa May Alcott

The White CompanyArthur Conan Doyle

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Transcriber’s Notes:

Hyphenation has been retained as in the original. Punctuation has been corrected without note. Other errors have been corrected as noted below:

page 106, many jewelled pines; ==> many jewelledpins;page 138, you’re right, fathery ==> you’re right,fatherpage 267, spider attemped to ==> spiderattemptedto

page 106, many jewelled pines; ==> many jewelledpins;

page 138, you’re right, fathery ==> you’re right,father

page 267, spider attemped to ==> spiderattemptedto

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