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Updated: June 25, 2025
Late in the afternoon Shelby shook the last brown hand in the serpentine line of country people which coiled in and out the stuffy parlor of the Lakeview Inn, and cutting loose from the reception committee under cover of a headache, slipped away into the trees.
She had been on a very different footing with her schoolmates for the first few weeks of her life at Lakeview Hall than she was now. Rhoda Hammond, the new girl, seemed to apprehend something of this change, for she said quickly and with much good sense: "Well, if you two could stand it, and are evidently so much thought of now, I'll grin and bear it, too.
They say Persis Dale went over to the Lakeview florist's in that car of hers and brought back flowers enough to fill a wash tub." "Mis' West looks real nice in that new black silk. There's nothing like black for toning down a fat woman." "There's Eddie Ryan in a dress-suit. Wonder if it's his'n or just borrowed. It hangs kind of baggy. Shouldn't wonder if his cousin up to Boston let him take his."
She could scarcely realize now that she was the same Nan Sherwood who had come so wonderingly and timidly to Lakeview Hall. Of the Sherwoods there were only Nan and her father and mother.
The Lakeview Hotel, which had previously housed fifty refugees, collapsed early Wednesday, but all the occupants left in time to escape death. Williamsdale, Cooke, Otto and Overpeck, the north suburbs of Hamilton, were in ruins.
It was a great day for the Sherwoods. It was another great day when, a week later, the roan ponies were brought to the door and Nan's trunk was strapped upon the back of the buckboard. Uncle Henry was to drive her to the train; but she would travel alone to Chicago to meet her chum, Bess Harley. "And go to Lakeview Hall!
For the wedding she and her eldest daughter were planning was to be no small affair. Bella wanted her aunt to be married in the church. She knew just how a church wedding should be conducted, and Wes Long had promised to write a piece about it and have it printed in the Lakeview papers.
Well, as I was telling you, it has come to a jolly little company of four in my surrey, which, after all, is perhaps nicer than a dozen in a tallyho, though of course it won't impress the voters as much." Ruth's eyebrows arched. "Is that the object of our going?" "What an idea, my dear!" Nevertheless, she colored. "We'll start early enough for a fish supper at the Lakeview Inn," she rattled on.
Meanwhile the hot summer was fast passing. Nan heard from her chum, Bess Harley, with commendable regularity; and no time did Bess write without many references to Lakeview Hall. Nan, advised by her former teacher in Tillbury, had brought her books to Pine Camp, and had studied faithfully along the lines of the high school work.
"I'll go along," agreed Nan, smiling again, "if only to make sure that you crazy ones do not go too far in your hazing." In Corridor Four had always been centered most of Lakeview Hall's "high jinks," to quote Laura Polk. Although Procrastination Boggs, Nan Sherwood, Bess Harley, and several other dwellers on this corridor stood well up in their classes, Mrs.
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