Dorothy Dainty at Glenmore

en writing a letter to her Aunt Matilda, and endeavoring to answer all the questions that that pe

abella, "I don't li

them," Patr

n't answer Aunt Matilda's letter she'd p

inish it," cried Patricia. "I

couldn't go out to mail

, "for I'll gladly go out to mail it for

or was slightly ajar. Of course Patricia's sharp eyes saw it, and, because she never could resis

at the edge of the forest, on the day of the sleigh-ride.

ieve if I should look from our window and see him out there,

to comfort h

ince that day, and he's miles away fro

ould not make Nancy less popular, but

unhappy! She never seemed to know that in striving to annoy oth

box with the letter, and then retur

Arabella. "It's awful du

d for talking, and Ara

y reception-hall for a little chat before going to t

she and Dorothy had been

aw," she replied,

n moving nearer, now

e saw him the day of the sleigh-ride, and that was weeks ago. I believe he is always right around here, for I don'

who was near them, saw Dorothy dra

ll?" she as

ll when she saw Mrs. Mar

d Nancy had been ever since the

ell me all about this. I am g

vin the story of Nancy's career. When they reached the point where Patricia had told them of the man who had st

oods, and the man who was here to-day, looking up at your windows, as Patricia said, are one and the same pers

rofession. He is one of the best florists in the country, he knows all about beautiful vines and trees, and he is also a landscape gardener. He can take a plain little cottage, with a small piece of land, and plant just the right kind of trees on the

not," Dorothy

ts of things if I did not dance well! You see, I was really ill with fear, and homesickness, and Uncle Steve did not seem to see that the more he threatened, the more ill I became. Oh, if I should talk all day, I could not

our fears, and assured you that you are safe here at Glenmore. Some day

ou've been so kind, and you've comforted me. I

ancy, and she decided to have a quiet little talk with her, and

n every respect, and absolutely "up-to-date," should be situated in a town that was quaint, and pictures

their firm belief in "signs," their legends handed down from one generation to another, and the newcomers humored them, listened to their "yarns," and a

the girls who, one morning, chanced to be standing

e can tell all sorts of quaint stories

pleases her like gittin' a chance ter te

et her to tell us some of the stories she knows about the

erie, "but where

has ter do is ter go up dis street, an' yo'll sure spot it, long 'fore yo' reach it, 'cause

when our lessons are prepared," said Vale

ight, an' walk 'til yo' come ter a big yaller house, an' dat's 'bout half-way. Nex' yo' cross a field, skip over de place where de brook is in

l sent them hurryi

all that?" Valerie asked on

be a wonder. I've

dded con

there to-morr

erie with some puzzling problems tha

n the long walk. After twice enquiring of people whom they met, of taking a long walk in the wrong direction, and retracin

d said that they would be prompt. Snow and ice had fled, and now everywhere were signs of spring. Vera had declared that the long walk was what she nee

e wall Betty and

much longer,

ied, "for if they are coming, t

d, for some reason, been detained, a

all Betty and Valer

ra and Elf come poking along a half-hour later, they can just si

reached the gate they found, as Valerie glanced at her tiny watch, that it was later than they tho

creation in time to give themselves personal care, and be in the lower hal

that every pupil look

hour to reach Glenmore. That meant that not mo

as they turned to go they saw old Cornelia coming

ers I find waiting for me," she s

ing stories about the people who lived in them," said Betty, "but it's so late

ell you the shortest tale I know, and some other day i

fine!" they cried,

ke to hear about

Betty and then: "Could you beg

The old well was supposed to have magic power, and long ago when the old Paxton House was standing, people came, for miles ar

at if those things that they wished for beside the well never came to them, they thought th

or, they laid their good fortune entirely to the f

ie asked. "You said that

blackberry vines have nearly hidden it from sight. Even now when only young leaves are on the brambles, the thorny stems make a network over the cov

of wall that seemed to belong to no o

at piece of wall, and could have 'wished'

just long enough to sit on the wall and wish. We can be on time at five, if we do that. Then we c

s longer, so with an urgent invitation to come again, and a promise to do so, they ran bac