THE LONG TRAIL

As Ruth was fond of quoting, “The quicker ’tis done, the better ’tis done.” Polly watched for a good opportunity when Jean was alone, and broached the subject without waiting. “Peggie go to Calvert?” exclaimed Jean, in surprise. “Why, Polly, what made you think of such a thing?” “I wanted her. We all want her to be one of us this year. It would do her good, and she would…

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A DAY AT THE ALAMEDA

The next day they rode over again to the Alameda ranch to see the Chief’s horses of which he was so proud. By this time, as Ted said, they were so accustomed to riding horseback that it seemed queer to walk around. “Ted, that sounds for all the world like some old sailor who didn’t like dry land,” said Sue. “Anybody’d think, to hear you, that you were born and…

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THE SHEEP CAMP

He was very tall, this stranger who seemed to have risen out of the gulch as if by magic. He was broad of shoulder, and his curly gray hair grew fully three inches long. So did his gray imperial, and above it was a gray moustache, with curly ends. His corduroy trousers were tucked into the tops of high boots, and his shirt was open at the throat, with a…

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CROSSBAR RANCH

The barking of dogs sounded down in the valley, and a door opened, letting out a pathway of lamplight. “That’s mother—there’s mother now,” cried Jean, and she sent out a long, clear call of happy greeting that was answered by the lamp, raised and lowered as a welcoming signal. “Guess she’ll be glad to see us coming home,” Mr. Murray said. “She’s anxious to meet you after reading of you…

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LAWLESS DEVICES

That night Polly consulted the Admiral. Sitting opposite him in the study after dinner, she went over her plans very carefully. “Each of the girls can give something different. I want to have a birthday party, grandfather dear.” “But your birthday is in December—” began the Admiral, in faint protest. “This will be a universal birthday party, everybody’s birthday party. We will have very good refreshments to start with. Crullers…

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THE GUEST OF HONOR

“Oh, girls, Crullers can’t come.” Sue Warner ran down the flight of stone steps that led from the side entrance at Calvert Hall to the garden, her face full of perplexity. Waiting for her were three of the girls, Isabel Lee, Ruth Brooks, and Edwina, or rather, “Ted” Moore. “But why?” demanded Ted. “Is she behind on classes? I’ll help her out to-morrow, tell her. She must go. Polly said…

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DAN BEGINS RIGHT

Dan Vinton returned to Yardley after the Christmas vacation on an afternoon of one of those bright, warm days which sometimes happen along in the middle of Winter. As the train rumbled over the bridge, Dan caught a fleeting glimpse of Long Island Sound sparkling in the sunlight and pricked out here and there with a white sail. On his way up the winding road to the school–he had the…

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THE JUNGLES OF SIAM

The route to Bangkok, such as it was, lay on the eastern bank of the Menam. This time we crossed the stream by the official ferry, a dug-out canoe fully thirty feet long, which held, besides ourselves and four paddlers, twenty-two natives, chiefly of the gentle sex. All day we tramped through jungle as wild as that to the westward, following the course of the river. Bamboo villages were numerous…

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THE LAND OF PAGODAS

Two hours after my arrival in Calcutta there entered the American consulate, high up above the Maidan, a white man who should have won the sympathy even of the hard-hearted manager who had denied him admittance to the Sailors’ Home for once having deserted that institution for a trip “up-country.” He was the possessor of a single rupee. His cotton garments, thanks to dhobies, Ganges mud, and forty-two hundred miles…

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THE WAYS OF THE HINDU

The train rumbled into Colombo in the late afternoon. I made my way at once through the pattering throng to Almeida’s. In the roofless dining-room sat Askins, puffing furiously at his clay pipe and scribbling with a sputtering pen in one of several half-penny notebooks scattered on the table before him. At the further end lolled the Swede and two fellow-beachcombers, staring at the writer as at the performer of…

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