Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures; Or, Helping the Dormitory Fund

ained Nettie Parsons

here is no such word as "fail,"'" q

Helen, making fun of the old saying which the lame girl had repeated. "How do we

Nettie," Ruth said to the Souther

ht, come to Aunt Ruthie and ask. That's what

ce wins," q

ull of caramels. "Let me tell you that old 'saw' is a joke. My little kid cousin proved that the other day. She c

about "If at first you

red, 'Certainly not. "Try,

ve been working for an hour blowing soapbubbles and trying to pin them on a clothes line in the nursery

ood Hall. The school had reopened only a week before, but all the friends were har

, the red-haired girl usually called "The Fox;" and Nettie Parsons, "the sugar king's daughter," as she was kno

rl, who had several reasons for being very fond of Ruth Fielding. Indeed, if the truth were t

h she had been the originator of the most popular-now the only sorority in the school, the Sweetbriars,

ch had been adopted by the Sweetbriars and made over into a special sorority song. Sitting on h

d Hall we hav

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of work, but

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cried Heavy.

nt!" said Helen,

horus again, and her rich, full

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ho could not herself sing a note in harmony, bu

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d they daren'

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e when we walked up the old Cedar Walk with The Fox, here, and didn't know wh

m's rather tactless speech, for Mary had been a different girl at that time from what

ture standing at the steps of this old West Dormitory, complaining that she wo

't know what makes me so, but I am continually hungry at least three

ffect of eating so much, Je

ar-which she never could do successfully in any such case. Jennie had probably nev

s chum. "But they do tell me that

that is what is the matter with me! I thought I looked

lu

ar

nt up in the balloon a

turb the fleshy girl at all. "That is exactly the trouble," she

" asked someb

asked ano

ng to crawl through between the tw

he fifty cents to pry you ou

d to find it. I looked for it; that's a

Jennie?" asked Rut

corn. "I looked as good as a fat girl crawling arou

n the quartette room, departed. Then Mercy went tap, tap, tapping down the corridor with her canes-"just like a silly woodpecker!" as she often said herself; and Ann

emarked Helen, when they were alone. "All those sheets of paper-Goodness! it'

shall never write the valedictory

ders you the captain of the graduati

rcy is our brilliant

ould she ever stand up before

all the glory she wins-or of an atom of that glory. If she is our first s

of herself,' as she calls it, and the fact that, really, a girl as lame as sh

hink it out, if nobody else can. Mercy shall graduate with fl

um's emphasis. "At least the valedictorian w

ved chamber with a tender smile. "What wi

rgotten by this time what she had started to quest

ery packet of papers Helen had spoken about. The sheets had been typewritte

the mailbag; but now she took her courage in both