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"There is; but you'll not go all the way to Cheslow in your condition," declared Ruth. "We're taking you to the Red Mill. Now! no objections, please. Hurry up, Tommy." "But I am all wet," protested the girl. "I should say you were," gasped Helen. "Nobody knows better than I," said Ruth, "that the water of the Lumano river is at least damp, at all seasons."
Murchiston, the lady who had been the twins' governess when they were small, and several servants, the party were to take train at Cheslow the next day for the northern wilderness. The trio of friends, as they hurried across Hiram Bassett's pasture, were full of happy anticipations regarding the proposed trip, and they chatted merrily as they went on.
She held Mercy's interest in the Red Mill and her life there. She told her of the broods of downy chicks that she cared for, and the butter-making, and the household tasks she was able to help Aunt Alviry about. "And don't you go to school?" demanded Mercy. "I am going now. I hope this spring and summer to prepare myself for entering the Cheslow High."
Late in the afternoon the two friends from Cheslow went out to the main entrance of the grounds to meet Old Dolliver's stage from Seven Oaks. It had been noised abroad that a whole nursery of Infants was expected by that conveyance, and Mary Cox and Madge Steele, each with her respective committee, were in waiting to greet the new-comers on behalf of their separate societies.
"Oh, if you were only going to Briarwood with me, instead of to Cheslow High!" wailed Helen, one day, as they sat on the porch of the Red Mill house. "Ah, dear!" said Ruth, quietly, "don't talk about it. I want to go with you more than I ever wanted to do anything in my whole life " "What's that?" exclaimed Uncle Jabez's gruff voice behind them. "What's that you want to do, Ruth?"
Maybe they run in pairs. But I can't really imagine two light-fingered people around the Red Mill at once. Seen any tramps lately?" "We seldom see the usual tramp around here," said Ruth, shaking her head. "We are too far off the railroad line. And the Cheslow constables keep them moving if they land there." "Could anybody have done it for a joke?" asked Tom suddenly.
Ruth had never seen Cheslow save on the night of her arrival and on the following morning, when she had started directly after breakfast at the station master's house to walk to the Red Mill. "Why, you'll like Cheslow," declared Helen, in her enthusiastic way. "It's just as pretty as it can be you'll love it! I often drive in to shop, and sometimes Mrs. Murchiston goes with me. Get up, Tubby!"
So, on this occasion, Ruth Fielding did not leave the Red Mill with a very happy feeling at her heart. The automobile sped away along the shady road into Cheslow. At the station Mercy Curtis, the lame girl, was awaiting them, although it was still some time before the train was due that would bear them away to Lake Osago.
Hammond that they were coming, as in her letter, written before they left Cheslow, she had promised him she would. Herringport, the nearest town to the moving picture camp at Beach Plum Point, was at the head of a beautiful harbor, dotted with islands, and with water as blue as that of the Bay of Naples. When the two cars rolled into this old seaport the party was welcomed in person by Mr.
It was understood that a wrecking gang, and doctors, and nurses, had started from the distant city before ever the Cheslow people learned of the trouble. "Oh! if Jane Ann should be hurt!" murmured Helen for the twentieth time. "Uncle Bill Hicks would be heartbroken," agreed Ruth.
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