The Corner House Girls at School

aroused Neale O'Neil where he was spading up a piece of Mr. Con Murphy's garden for a

r? What's the mat

d the difficulty to this very moment, had he not looked up into the bare bra

e!" he gasped.

' she's felled into the merlass

t was too bad the little cat was so frigh

demanded Neale, when he could

rather warmly. "You know Ruthie's P

in a tree, must be some kind of a f

-bird," ann

high branch of the tree, and faintly mewing, touched their hearts, so Neale went up

a chicken," declared Ruth. "Did you e

h "plucked" her and wiped off the molasses as best they could.

. Con Murphy said, he looked less like "a blushin' grane onion" than he had i

ver comes in a bottle! Remimber 'tis not the label ye air to use. The only r'ally honest label that kems out of a d

r than any of Mr. Murphy's quaint philosophy. But he rest

He wished to learn. To boys and girls who had always had the advantages of

self, they counted Neale odd. The Corner House girls were the only real friends the boy had i

d assured Mr. Marks. The principal watched the youngster and formed a better opinion of

l, learned that he was faithful and smart. Mr. Con Murphy ha

ive confidence for confidence if one wishes to make warm

orner without first peeking around it! He was always on the qui vive-expecting to meet somebody of whom he was afraid. And every morning

. Ruth made friends as she always did wherever she went. Other girls did not get a sudden "crush" on Ruth Kenway, and then a

not quite as good friends with Eva Larry as she had been, and had soon cooled a trifle toward Myra Stetson, but there we

t adventures to tell. There always seemed t

d set in "for keeps." "Miss Andrews says we can have one, but those that aren't good can have nothing to do with it.

dreadfully strict?"

she is

, then, and leave school b

on't ever marry,

rry-some time?" quer

h never di

und, Tess?" cried Dot, in some alarm. "Wouldn't it be dr

unced. "They don't have to have husbands. Anyway, if they have t

ia Maroni was going to bring an orange for each pupil-girls and bo

stored bushels of hickory nuts and butternuts in the cockloft of their mother's cabin,

going to do something "lovely," and

hing to hang on the tree. She is going to have a l

fsky Mrs. Goronofsky's little girl that live

rl. The lady Mr. Goronofsky married is o

"I know, for they can scarcely pay their r

ittle children in the

She has to go home nights and wash and dry the dishes, and sweep, and

or they celebrate Saturday as Sunday-they're Jewish people. Well, on Friday night, Sadi

k in Sarah's bank?" said

ore Christmas the bank is going to be opened. Then Sadie is going to get something nic

aid Agnes. "Must be they're not

nd that's all," Ruth said, gravely. "I-I sha'n'

ouse girls. They had never had such a fine time on that national festival

that Mrs. MacCall roasted, but the very night be

edly, "and he said he hadn't eaten a Thanksgiving dinner since his wife and ch

and the old fellow said he would," Neale continued. "And Mrs. Judy Roach-the

t, he told me-for Mrs. Judy has a raft of young ones, 'all av

ed Ruth, with te

under the skin. Mrs. Judy Roach and her brood will

e honors of that Thanksgiving dinner. He reported

r-rkey!-'lit us be trooly thankful,'" observed Mr. Con Murphy, standing up to carve the huge, brown bird. "Kape your elbows

k," announc

pane, and polish it well. And Alice, me dea

, Mr. Murphy," said t

rt-an' 'tis a spindle-shanks I notice ye air, Ali

trick Sarsfiel

er and fork, and made a spl

ick Sarsfield, an' ye come back at me for another? Phat for kind of a ba

e dinner went off very well indeed, save that his mother feared she would have to greas

trees and foliage in general suffered greatly, and the Post said there would probabl

hade trees on the Parade were borne down by the weight of the ice that covered even the tiniest twig on

the older scholars who attended school that day went on steel. At recess and af

noted for her skating, and heretofore had been champion of all the girls of he

O'Neil (who at once proved himself as good as any boy on the ice) an

irls had all cast approving glances at him. Oddly enough, his hair had grown out a darker shade than

. Then, when the sixth grade, grammar, girls got up the imprompt

raced 'way to Willow Street and back again. Best two out of three tri

y cried to Agnes. "However did you

Trix, quickly. "Come on! we'll

at you every time, Trix

this. And of course, all h

sha'n't ride over me," she declared, angrily, as th