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Glenmore, the school, was a rambling, picturesque home for the pupils who came there. Once it had been a private mansion, but its interior had been remodeled to meet the requirements of a small, and select school for girls. A bit old-fashioned in that it was more genuinely homelike than other private schools, it held itself proudly aloof from neighboring buildings.
Of course, the police wanted my story, and I gave it to them on the spur of the moment. They were landlubbers, in the heart of the continent, and what better story for them than a sea story? They could never trip me up on that. And so I told a tearful tale of my life on the hell-ship Glenmore. I was an English apprentice, I said. And they said that I didn't talk like an English boy.
Nobody doesn't neber chane nuffin' in Glenmore!" Mrs. Marvin was on the porch, as the carriage turned in at the gateway, and she stepped forward to greet them as they sprang out on the walk. "I was beginning to wonder what had detained you, when I was delighted to see the carriage coming around the bend of the road.
Glenmore Archibald Crowninshield, a New York banker, who had bought the strip of land forming one arm of the bay and was on the point of erecting there a diminutive summer palace. From that instant Jerry's fortune was made. Mr. Crowninshield was a keen student of human nature and was immediately attracted to the sailor with his ambling gait and twinkling blue eyes.
She was fond of her father, and she had intended to go home for the week, but Patricia had declared that they would stay at Glenmore, and Arabella was no match for Patricia, so it was settled that they would remain at the school. The week at Vera's home opened charmingly. Mrs. Vane had given the week over to Vera and her three little guests.
We think we have to hurry to get to Glenmore on time, and you are going away from school every minute. Why don't you go to the well, if you want to, to-morrow." Arabella thought that they ought to turn back, but Patricia seized her hand, and the two commenced to run. "They'll be a half-hour late," said Valerie, looking after the flying figures.
I'm sure I'd rather make you laugh, than make you look sober." "Look! Look!" cried Dorothy. "We're almost to Glenmore!" "Not yet," said Vera. "Oh, but Dorothy is right," said Nancy, "for look there where the river glistens in the sun." "And see that big Club House right over there," Dorothy said, pointing toward a handsome building of which the town of Glenmore was justly proud.
If half the success already achieved could be expected here, she would have a report worth while to make when Van should be presently encountered. Impetuous, eager to hasten with her work, she insisted upon an immediate advance. Glenmore readily supported her position. Pratt developed shyness.
Dainty and Aunt Charlotte assured them that the dear travelers were well, and that already Mrs. Dainty was feeling the benefit of the change of scene. Mrs. Dainty had engaged a large, front room at Glenmore for the two girls to enjoy as a sitting-room and study, from which led a tastefully furnished chamber, and already they called it their "school home."
It claimed that its home atmosphere was the only old-fashioned thing about it, and that was not an idle boast, for the old house had been equipped with every modern convenience. Its instructors were the best that a generous salary could tempt to Glenmore, and Mrs. Marvin, owner, promoter, and manager of the school, was an exceedingly clever woman for the position.
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