Eight Girls and a Dog: Large Print
by Carolyn Wells 2020-05-26 04:35:29
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IS there any way to pack pillows in pitchers? said Marjorie, framing herself in the front doorway, one hand grasping recklessly the handles of three large pitchers, and both arms full of sofa-pillows. The group on the veranda looked up at her doubtfu... Read more
IS there any way to pack pillows in pitchers? said Marjorie, framing herself in the front doorway, one hand grasping recklessly the handles of three large pitchers, and both arms full of sofa-pillows. The group on the veranda looked up at her doubtfully. Yes, said brilliant Nan. Have your pitchers bigger than your pillows, and the thing is done. But the pillows are bigger than the pitchers. Then pack the pitchers in the pillows, said Betty. Why, of course! Betty, you're a genius! And Marjorie disappeared with her burdens, while the girls on the veranda fell to chattering again like half a dozen shirt-waisted magpies. Now I know that a story with eight heroines is an imposition upon even the gentlest of readers; but you see there were eight girls in the Blue Ribbon Cooking Club; and when their president, Marjorie Bond, proposed that they go down to Long Beach and spend a fortnight all by themselves in her father's cottage, the whole club rose up as one girl and voted aye. Objections were disposed of as fast as they were raised. Permission? The girls were sure that the sixteen parents concerned could be persuaded to see the matter in a favorable light. Expense? That should be divided equally among them all. Trouble? Would be more than compensated by the fun. Luggage? Not so very much required; the house was completely furnished, except with linen and silver, and each girl should take her share. Burglars? That idea caused some apprehension; but when Marjorie said that Uncle Ned and Aunt Molly would be right next door, plans were suggested sufficient to scare any reasonably cautious burglar out of his wits. And so the preliminaries had been arranged, and the date decided upon, and the day had come. Less
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Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 – March 26, 1942) was an American writer and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower Fifth Avenue Hos...
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