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Updated: May 21, 2025
When at last the day and hour of sailing had come and gone, Ruth found it easier to resign herself to the inevitable, and began to really enjoy life instead of only seeming to do so. Glenloch was a beautiful town, just far enough from Boston to make it seem like the country, and yet near enough so that concerts and shopping were within easy reach.
"Look at us once more." Ruth looked and for the first time realized that each one was using the left hand to make the picture. "What a stupid I am," she said ruefully. "To think I let all you Glenloch girls and boys get ahead of Chicago." "You're a Glenloch girl yourself, now," put in Katharine. "So I am, and I know a trick game, too.
To Ruth, who, except for brief visits East, had been accustomed ail her life to the level stretches of the Middle West, the New England hills, just now radiant in their autumn coloring were a constant source of delight. She had been kept so busy seeing Glenloch, meeting Mrs. Hamilton's friends and getting acquainted with her own special chums that she had hardly had time to settle her belongings.
Each club toasted the other, and Jack toasted the ladies, ending with the sentence, which became a byword in Glenloch, "Girls are all right if you only know how to manage 'em." "What a lot of dishes," said Betty with a sigh as they rose from the table. "We will now show you how the powerful masculine mind handles the problem of dishes," proclaimed Phil. "Do those dishes worry us?
"Usually," continued Dorothy, in an official manner which she flattered herself was in close imitation of the president of the Glenloch Fortnightly Club, "Usually we shall choose our dishes beforehand and bring the materials for making them. As this is the first meeting, Mrs.
Before he could answer, it flashed across her mind with painful distinctness that it was at football that Arthur had been injured. The color flashed into her cheeks, and she unconsciously looked so appealingly at Arthur that he came to the rescue at once. "Of course I am," he asserted stoutly. "It's a great old game, and we've got some ripping good players in Glenloch.
Glenloch young people were never late in arriving at a party, and almost before Ruth realized it ail her guests had come. "What shall we do first?" she whispered to Charlotte, who was looking really pretty in her red dress, though a little pale still from her recent fright. "Let's play Twenty Questions. That breaks the ice beautifully, for we always get so excited over it."
Please hurry so that it won't get too tired. Then a boyish-looking writing announced, "'Time and tide wait for no man, but Glenloch and the Candle Club will wait for the nicest girl that ever came out of the West. "Dear me! Am I blushing, Aunt Jerry?" asked Ruth quite overpowered by this last tribute. "This next is Frank's; I know his funny, scrawly writing."
Phil, the elder, was a quiet, studious boy, much interested in mechanics and electricity, and preparing for a course in one of the well-known scientific schools. He was devoted to his younger brother, who was a brilliant, artistic lad, but not very strong. The family had come to Glenloch on account of the fine air, and the out-of-door life.
Which shall I take?" "Take the large one; you've just opened a small one," advised Uncle Jerry. Ruth pulled out a large, square package, and opened it to find a handsome album filled with snapshots of Glenloch scenes and Glenloch friends. "That's from Arthur, I know, though it doesn't say so, and that's what he's been so busy and secret over all these last weeks."
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