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The girl had numerous adventures at Briarwood Hall, at Snow Camp, at Lighthouse Point, at Silver Ranch, on Cliff Island, at Sunrise Farm, among the gypsies, in moving pictures, down in Dixie, at college, in the saddle, in the Red Cross in France, at the war front, and when homeward bound.
Tellingham gave a half holiday and engaged enough stages besides Noah's old Ark, to take all the girls to the play. They went to the matineé, and the center of enthusiasm was in the seats in the body of the house reserved for the Briarwood girls. The house was well filled at this first showing of the picture in Lumberton, and more than the girls themselves were enthusiastic over it.
Mercy, Ruth! you don't expect us all to set about writing picture plays and selling them to Mr. Hammond?" "No," said Ruth, more seriously. "I guess that wouldn't do." "Then what do you mean about every girl at Briarwood helping in this way toward the fund?" Helen asked, puzzled. "At any rate, twenty-five dollars will help." "But I sha'n't do that!" cried Ruth. "Sha'n't do what?"
So could a certain little lame friend of Ruth Fielding, Mercy Curtis, who was attending Briarwood Hall as the result of the combined charity of Uncle Jabez and Dr. Davison, of Cheslow. But it is said that "charity begins at home"; when charity begins in a man's very bed, that seems a little too near! At least, so Mr. Potter thought.
"Well," said Helen, dropping her arm and walking to the other end of the room for no reason whatsoever, for she walked back again, in a moment, "I don't see why you are so suspicious of Mary Cox." "I don't know that I am," laughed Ruth. "But we have no means of comparison yet " A mellow bell began to ring from some other building probably in the tower of the main building of Briarwood Hall.
There really did not seem to be anything she could say. "I see in that film, Miss Fielding," pursued Mr. Farrington, "the promise of better work in time, of course, in time. You are young yet. I believe you attend this boarding school?" "Yes," said Ruth, simply. "From the maturity of your treatment of the scenario I fancied you might be a teacher here at Briarwood," pursued the man, smirking.
Sound our battle-cry Near and far! S.B. All! Briarwood Hall! Sweetbriars, do or die This be our battle-cry Briarwood Hall! That's all!" Mr. Cameron, Helen's father, and Mrs. Murchiston, who had acted as governess for the twins until they were old enough to go to boarding school, were motoring to Briarwood Hall for the graduation exercises.
"Not so much of a ghost story at least, there's nothing really terrible about it," returned Miss Fairfax, slowly. "I suppose there are not many people who talk about it, outside of our own selves here at Briarwood. But once before the school came here the marble statue down there was the talk of the whole countryside. I believe Mrs.
"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!
"I must say I don't believe there ever was anybody but Washington that didn't tell a lie. It's awfully hard to be exactly truthful always," said Lluella. "You remember that time in the primary grade, just after we'd come here to Briarwood, Belle?" "Do I?" laughed Belle Tingley. "You fibbed all right then, Miss." "It wasn't very bad and I did want to see the whole school so much.
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