The Meadow-Brook Girls Under Canvas; Or, Fun and Frolic in the Summer Camp

argery. "Poor Tomm

ing than ever before in her life. She pulled herself sharp

Hazel sharply, "We must d

ward the scene of the accident. Hazel recalled afterwards having wondered at the time that a woman could run so fast. Miss Elting's feet seemed ba

e place where Grace had been hu

dly over the fence, dropping down on the

ditch with both feet tucked under her. There was a bewi

ss Elting, slipping and sliding down in

et

e where

ingth ar

Hazel, throwing impulsive arms a

hat is all, you are a lucky girl," smiled

et

nner. Margery in climbing the fence had caught her skirt on a nail. She

" groane

finding Grace alive, quickly assisted Margery to h

ghed Margery, fixing a glanc

ngs are hurt," Miss E

my arm, too. Catch me running on another wild goose chase like t

ommy. "Of courthe it did.

you can walk. Of course you can," comforted the teacher. "The car never touched you. You must have leaped out of the way just in ti

ragged me out," declared Margery. "Violent exer

ked Tommy wisely. "It ithn't good for a g

rom being too stout," retorted Marger

tch for ever and ever tho long and not thaying

answer Miss Elting's question?" demanded

other," said Tommy. "I'd like to thee anybod

irl should be. Suppose, Grace, that your mother could not afford to hire a servant to do these things for her? In that cas

her head w

o if your mother insisted

th any more ditheth after that," replied Tommy, screwing

d myself quarrel awfully at tim

anything by it,"

nithe little walk? No, thank you. I've walked with you before. Thank you very kindly. My feet are too thore and Buthter ith too tired. Harriet'th brother thayth t

on. Don't worry, Grace. I am not going to drag you away on

meth another automobile." Tommy shied from he

of explosions that sounded like the discharges of a Gatling gun. The young woman who was driving the ca

ar to ripping the cowcatcher from that engine? Wasn't it just glorious the way I dodged the old thing? I knew all the time it was going to be

gery. "Not for a million dollars. It'

u shouldn't go racing about the way y

for calling me 'Crazy Jane.' He says I'll meet with an ac

s from her flushed face. Her hair was all awry and h

h me I think I'll go and get Harriet

ss Elting. "We are on our way to s

then. I'm

ay with a sputter and a roar, disappe

reature?" demanded M

well," so

o kill thomebody wel

s and her complete ignoring of public opinion. Not a few of the residents of the little New Hampshire vil

s she pleased ever since she began to walk, and her father, a wealthy contractor, had indulged her every whim, believing that Jane could do no wrong. Jane was prompt to take advantage of this pat

t. It had shaken Tommy's only briefly. Tommy, supple and alert, had leaped from the road just in time to avoid being r

a more active part in their lives than she had ever before done. Just now they we

he car had died away in the distance. "I will tell you abo