Highacres

from that chair! You know mother

pearance at her door, fell promptly from her

e, Tib, put the hammer away. What are you going to do, Isobel?" G

Westley, who, with her four youngsters, was spending the month of August at Cape Cod, had declared that she must return home at once, for Mrs. Hicks' going would leave the house entirely alone with t

ow-haired Lizzie! And anyway, it'll only be two or three wee

walk over and see i

oesn't close until September second.

clad self in the chintz-cushio

changes. Won't it seem funny to go

yp and Tibby for

l be possessed to slide down the banisters. I wish

Isobel further informed her sisters. "You know she was on th

very straight. "Don't you remember how Capt. Ricky talked to u

ing about school spirit as though we ought to do everything for that. This is my last year--I'

r fair hair curled around her temples and in her neck, her deep-blue eyes were fringed by long black lashes; she had, after much practice, acquired a willowy slouch that woul

d Tibby from the window.

sobel and Gyp, developed an unusual amount of assertiveness, was what his uncle fondly called "quite a boy." But

luged him now

d the old library had been built into one big room for a reference library; the classrooms were no end jolly; the billiard room had been enlarged and wa

at Uncle Peter's papers and books had been p

old Uncle Peter, he was such a cross old thing, and nobody ever wanted to go to Highacres,

r something," broke in Graham. "Maybe they'll even give us a

re dreadful,"

's anyone's fault if nobody in the world likes

being Uncle Peter's grandnieces and nephew and having his money gives us

looked it up--it means authority and influence and power. But

get at the very root of thi

to be at Highacres we four want to always be very careful how

ibby, who adored Graham, sided with him, and Isobel, in spite of Gyp's tearful pleading, refused to take part, so

f you in the house th

oyed them, with happy serenity, except at infrequent intervals, when she worried

r: "There's no place to go," when the moth

news from Uncle Johnny," an

e coming back

ith him a little girl he found up there in the mountains--or r

enough to let in the youngster? I haven't said anything to her mother yet--I won't until I hear from you. But I want to make this experiment and it will help me immensely if you'll write and say my little girl can go straight to you. I had a long talk with John Randolph, just before I came up here--we feel that Lincoln School has gro

picion of a snort f

ound a boy,"

n working on ways and means of helping John Westley. She always like

go back with

he spring before she had acquired this

ss my room so," crie

to take her sewing or her reading there--for her it had precious memories; the old bookcase was still filled with toys and baby books; Tibby's dolls had a corner of their own; Isobel's drawing tools were arranged on a table in the bay window a

much to do for

nny. Because their own father was away six months of every year, Uncle Johnn

en so sick,"

n my own room." Graham

ath all her little affectations had an honest soul, knew in her heart that hers was not much of a sacrifice, b

ay in there just th

mother. "We'll put up that little

Gyp's forehead was

referred to

a pretty name! And she

to be delighte

eir household, slipped the letter back into its envelope. "I'll write to Uncle Johnny right away," and she

bel cried when she knew he

How'd you like it if you was

ed Gyp, loftily. "I thi

ohnny'll like her better than any of us." Which

had a very vague idea as to how boarders were usually treated. "And it's silly to think t

people dress differentl

"Yes, silly--she'll wear g

uidly, "we don't want to f

tingly. "And we can't act horrid to her 'ca

saw a bright si

n seeing how she

estion brought satisfying comfort to the three others. Gyp's face cleared and she t

l, I'll treat d

too," impl

"I only have th

ten, anyway,

eved the tension of their high finance. "Oh,