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Their next adventure took them to Ocean View and centered about a mysterious box they found in the sand. Then followed that glorious trip to Pine Island. An aunt of Mollie Billette had turned her bungalow over to the Outdoor Girls for the summer.
"Why, don't you know, Grace, that there isn't one of us that doesn't need a lot of reforming?" "Speak for yourself, Mollie Billette," remarked Grace, a trifle shortly, for her natural good temper was becoming ruffled under the continued teasing. "Now, please, girls," said Betty, fearing a storm, "don't let's quarrel, whatever we do. We were only surprised to see you up so early, Grace, that's all.
Meanwhile Amy Blackford, the last of the trio to whom the dark-haired, pink-cheeked little person who was Betty Nelson had telephoned, had stopped merely to remove the apron from in front of her pink-checked gingham dress and was now flying along the two short blocks that separated her house from the Nelsons'. As for poor Mollie Billette, she was nearly distracted.
"Oh, Mollie, please be careful!" The big car skidded perilously around a sharp curve and chug-chugged merrily down the road. "Goodness, I've been careful so long I'm afraid it will grow on me," Mollie Billette, sometimes known as "Billy," retorted, a determined set to her pretty chin. "Someway, I've got to get it out of my system."
"And to think that soon we will have to leave this lovely place," said Grace one day, when they had come back from a long trip on the river in the Gem. "It is perfect here." "It is," agreed Mollie, "but do you know I am rather lonesome for the sight of a snowball, or an icicle." "Mollie Billette!" cried Amy. "Well, I am! Too much loveliness palls on one after a bit.
Billette in the library where her small daughter, Dora nicknamed Dodo, and one of a pair of exceedingly mischievous twins ran to tell her of Mollie's timely arrival. The girls followed hesitatingly, as Mollie rushed forward and threw her arms about her mother's neck, crying: "Mother, dear, what is it? Dora says you have been crying and that you have been telephoning for me all over.
However, all through the war Mrs. Ford had worked with an untiring enthusiasm for the "cause," a fact which had made her many more friends than her social popularity could ever have done. Next in the little quartette came Mollie Billette. Mollie was seventeen, French-American, and impulsive, with a quick temper that made more trouble for herself than for any one else.
Barry of ten, an orle of martlets Valence. 5. A bend, cottised, between six lions rampant Bohun. 6. A fess, between six cross crosslets Beauchamp. 7. Quarterly, in the first quarter a mullet Vere. 8. A cross moliné Paganel. 9. Barry of ten, three chaplets Greystock. 10. Billetté, a lion rampant Bulmer. 11, 12, 13 and 14. Three water bougets Roos. 15, 16. Five fusils in fess Old Percy.
He had been missed and a hasty search had not disclosed him in the house, but had shown the absence of his little cap, coat and rubbers. "And he has gone out! Out into the storm!" cried Mrs. Billette on Mollie's shoulder. "Oh, my little Paul!" "There, there, Mother, we'll find him!" declared Mollie, more bravely than she felt.
How could you be so naughty?" moaned Mollie, sinking to the floor, while the tears of exasperation rolled down her face. "Paul did it," accused Dodo, waving a pudgy, ink-stained little fist in the direction of her brother. "He said, 'let's use this ink and play we're savagers " It was upon this scene that Mollie's little French-American mother, Mrs. Billette, came a moment later. "Oh!
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