Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 7, 2025
They favored her, of course." "But why any demerit at all, if she was a spy for Miss Picolet?" demanded Helen, in a worried tone. "Pshaw! that's all for a blind," declared the Fox. And then all three saw Ruth at the bottom of the steps. The Fox and Belle Tingley turned away without giving Ruth a second glance, and went into the building.
And big as the harpist was, and little as the old Irishman seemed, there was that in Tony Foyle's eye that made the man pick up his harp in a hurry and make his way from the campus. "Child! go in to bed," said Mrs. Tellingham. "Not a word of this, remember. Thank goodness, you are one girl who can keep a secret. Miss Picolet, I want to see you in my study.
There stood the abashed Belle Tingley, her plate in one hand, the gilded vase in the other, and beside her was the tiny figure of Mademoiselle Picolet, who looked very stern indeed at The Fox. "I might have expected you to be a ringleader in such an escapade as this, Miss Cox," she said, sharply, but in a low voice.
"Indeed, no, Mrs. Tellingham. I may have done wrong to agree to deliver the letter. But I I was so sorry for her " "I understand. I do not blame you in the least, child," said Mrs. Tellingham, shortly. "This letter states that the writer expects more money from our Miss Picolet poor thing!
"All right, Miss Cox. Ye allus was a sharp one," chuckled Dolliver, as the sharp-faced girl jerked open the nearest door of the coach and stared in, blinking, out of the sunlight. The passengers in the Seven Oaks and Lumberton stage sat facing one another on the two broad seats. Mademoiselle Picolet had established herself in one corner of the forward seat, riding with her back to the driver.
"I I haven't got it it is gone!" "What do you mean, Ruth Fielding?" cried Miss Picolet, springing to her feet. "It's gone I've lost it! Oh, my dear Miss Picolet! I didn't mean to. I tried to be so careful. But I have lost the letter he gave me addressed to you!" The next day the whole school were at their books again the short Thanksgiving recess was ended.
Miss Picolet, the little French teacher, beckoned them into her study. "I must be the good friend of your good friend, too, Miss Fielding," she said, and shook hands warmly with Ann. The matron of the house had already opened and aired the large room next to that which had been so long occupied by The Fox and her chums.
You're a good little thing." "Miss Picolet will see you, Ruth," whispered Helen, on her other side. "She is disgusted with Heavy's piggishness. But Miss Picolet, after all, won't say anything to you. You are her pet." "Don't say that, Helen," replied Ruth, with some sadness. "I am sorry for Miss Picolet." "I don't see why you need be. She seems to get along very well," returned her chum.
Only a 'teeny' bit larger," responded Ruth, quickly. "Then it's Heavy that takes up so much space in our room. She dwarfs everything. However," said the red-haired girl, "you can have lots more fun in here. Shove back everything against one wall, roll up the rugs, and then we can dance." "And have Picolet after us in a hurry," observed Helen, laughing.
"This seems like spying and eavesdropping, Ruth Fielding; but I mean to stop this thing right here and now. She shall not be frightened out of her wits by this villain." They heard no further sound from the harp at the fountain. But the door of the West Dormitory opened and the little figure of Miss Picolet appeared, wrapped in some long, loose garment, and she sped down toward the fountain.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking