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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Waal, now, you want to come right along with us to Bloomfield. We'll show you what Frank Merriwell's doing with that money he's accumulated. Ain't you ever heard 'bout his School of Athletic Development?" "No." "Waal, I guess that'll interest ye some, by jinks!" "Tell me about it." As clearly as he could, Ephraim explained the plan of Merry's new school.
Merry's, though the simplest, was the daintiest of the three, being pale blue, trimmed with delicate edging, and beautifully made. Mrs. Minot had been reading from Miss Strickland's "Queens of England" while the girls worked, and an illustrated Shakspeare lay open on the table, as well as several fine photographs of historical places for them to look at as they went along.
The sun, warm through the window, awoke a glint of reflection from the top of the chest of drawers where rested a round cord of bullion with two tassels and a pair of fancy spurs. The wink of light was reflected again from the mirror before which Drew stood. "Jefferson's shirt has long enough sleeves, but all these billows!" Cousin Merry's tongue clicked against her teeth in exasperation.
A closed carriage was passing them, going somewhat faster, in the same direction. Happening to glance toward the window of this carriage, Inza suddenly uttered a low cry and grasped Merry's coat sleeve. "Look look!" she exclaimed. "What is it?" "That man!" "Where?" "In that carriage. He was looking from the window, but he has leaned back now.
It certainly looked so as it bent over the pile of big socks half an hour later, and brightened with each that was laid aside. Her mother saw it, and, guessing why such wistful glances went from clock to window, kindly shortened the task of table-cloth darning by doing a good bit herself, before putting it into Merry's hands.
She squeezed the astonished Merry's hand, convulsively, and shot off, leaving the bewildered lady quite speechless, so speechless that, when she reached the stately presence of Aunt Pliny, she forgot the commissions she had been sent to execute, and was at once reviled by the parrot as "a no-account dawdler."
This was followed by the discharge of, at least, twenty blunderbusses and muskets, from which the balls flew like hail-stones, lodging in various parts of our schooner; one of which pierced my trowsers and another Mr. Merry's jacket, without any essential injury.
"Oh mother! mother! what is it?" said Merry in a tone of excitement which was slightly mingled with awe. "Your father will tell you, my darling," said Mrs. Cardew. She put her arm round Merry's slight waist and held Cicely's hand, and they came down to the great drawing-room where Mr. Cardew was waiting for them. He was pacing slowly up and down the room, his hands folded behind his back.
Howland." "Of course not. I quite understand that," replied Merry. "Nevertheless, I am a little sad about dear Maggie." Merry's sadness took a practical form. She thought a great deal about her friend during the rest of that day, although Maggie rather avoided her. She thought, in particular, of Maggie's poverty, and wondered what poverty really meant.
She said a gentle word to each girl, and a minute afterwards they had, so to speak, crossed the Rubicon, and were in the heart of Aylmer House; for Aneta had seized Merry's hand, and Cicely followed immediately afterwards, while Molly and Belle found themselves one at each side of Maggie Howland. "Oh, this is delightful!" said Maggie. "We have all met at last. Isn't the day glorious?
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