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Here and there, along the route to Osago Lake, other Briarwood girls joined them. At one point appeared Madge Steele and her brother, Bob, a slow, smiling young giant, called "Bobbins" by the other boys, who was always being "looked after" in a most distressing fashion by his sister.
Davison, and wondered if by any possibility the time would come when poor Mercy Curtis could go to school perhaps come to this very Briarwood Hall. The long ride on the train to Lake Osago was likewise repeated in Ruth's mind; then the trip by boat to Portageton.
You never saw such a lovely old log cabin " "I never saw a log cabin at all," responded Ruth, laughing. They had climbed the steep bank now and started across the pasture in what Tom called "a catter-cornering" direction, meaning to come out upon the main road to Osago Lake within sight of the Red Mill, which was the property of Mr. Jabez Potter, Ruth's uncle.
Tom is going to the military academy on the other side of Osago Lake. He'll be within ten miles of Briarwood." Ruth's face had lost its brightness as Helen said this. The word "school" had brought again to the girl's mind her own unfortunate position and Uncle Jabez's unkindness. "I hope you will have a delightful time at Briarwood," Ruth said, softly. "I expect I shall miss you dreadfully."
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.
The spot where the boy was hurt must have been five miles from the Red Mill, and not even on the Osago Lake turnpike, on which highway she had been given to understand the Red Mill stood. Not many moments more and the little procession was at the gateway, on either side of which burned the two green lamps. Jasper Parloe, who had been relieved, shuffled off into the darkness.
"The Mademoiselle is from the school the institute where learning is taught the lo-fe-ly Misses?" He thus made three syllables of "lovely" and Ruth knew that he leered like a Billiken in the dark. "I am at Briarwood Hall yes," she said. "I have seen the kind Mademoiselle before," said the man. "On the boat on that other so-beeg lake Osago, is it?" "On the Lanawaxa yes," admitted Ruth. "Ah!
But the young folks did not have to trouble about their baggage after leaving Cheslow, for that was checked through Tom's grip and box to Seven Oaks, and the girls' over another road, after crossing Lake Osago, to Lumberton, on Triton Lake. Lake Osago was a beautiful body of water, some thirty miles long, and wide in proportion; island-dotted and bordered by a rolling country.
The train was made up and they got aboard. Just below Cheslow was the Y where this train branched off the main line, and took its way by a single-track, winding branch, through the hills to the shore of Lake Osago.
"Come, Parloe, you know that patch of woods well enough, over beyond the swamp and Hiram Jennings' big field. Isn't there a steep and rocky road down there, that shoots off the Osago Lake pike?" "The Wilkins Corners road yep," said the old man, snappishly. "Then, can't you take the dog and see if you can find young Tom?" "Who's going to pay me for it?" snarled Jasper Parloe.
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