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Ruth Fielding At Sunrise Farm

Ruth Fielding At Sunrise Farm

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Chapter 1 SWEET BRIARS AND SOUR PICKLES

Word Count: 2112    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

g a light that it added more to the shadows of the passage than it provided illuminati

rning within the duo and quartette rooms in the East Dormitory of Briarwood Hall. There were ways of shrouding the telltale trans

guard. At first this figure was so silent and motionless that it seemed like a shadow only. But wh

! who goe

u startled me,

d the guard. "

hy-- I

!" commanded the guard again, and wi

. scales. I gained three pounds over the Easter holidays," said "Heavy" Jen

s!" snapped th

ands for, I s'pose. Sweetbriars! and I have a big bag of sour pickles to offset the cloying sweetnes

uard at the door, still in a whisper, but accepting

hen," agreed the othe

a little way. A blanket had been hung on a frame inside in such a manner th

ll and the tears running down her cheeks. "My goodness

vy. "I handed you a real one for

Madge pushing her. With a bang-punctuated by a chorus of muffled exclamations from

ick, guard!" excla

e Samson and tearing down the pillars of the temple,"

Fielding, who presided at the far end of the

er. There was a goodly number of them, and they now included most of th

many pretensions to real beauty of feature, still was quite good to l

the world. She made both friends and enemies. No person of real characte

who at first disliked her. And this, I claim, is a better

Jabez Potter, the miller, was inclined at first to shelter her only as an object of his grudging charity. In the first volume of this series, howev

ll to school, to send Ruth to the same institution. In the second volume, "Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall; Or, Solving the Ca

' winter camp during the Christmas holidays. At the end of the first year of school, they all went to the seaside, to exper

s enabled to do old Uncle Jabez such a favor that he willingly agreed to pay her expenses at Briarwood Hal

nter's Treasure Box," Ruth was privileged to help Jerry Sheming and his unfortunate old uncle in the recovery of their title to Cli

hardest of the work for the year was over. Those girls who had been faithful in their studies prior to Easter could now take something of a breathing spell, and

from Montana, was opened carefully again and again until the outer guard, Madge Steele, ha

pickle from Heavy's store; but really, the pickles h

o full of fun that they must have some way of expressing themselves out of the ordinary. Perhaps she had asked Mademoiselle Picolet, the French teacher, whose room was in this dormitory, an

om Silver Ranch, was one of these. Ann had proved her character and made herself popular in the school against considerable odds, as relat

"you are about to be initiated into the degree of the Marble Harp. As Infants, when you

riginally owned Briarwood Park before it became a school. Said sculptor and daughter-in the most approved fashion of the present day school of roman

hearsay," added Ruth, solemnly, "that whenever anything of moment is about to transpire at Briarwood Hall

rtheless," pursued Ruth, "it has been decided that the candidates here assembled must join in the Mackintosh March, and, in procession, led by our Outer Guard and followed-no

nstructed? Into them at once," commanded Ruth. "

and Heavy, as the Rear Guard, was last in the line. Shrouded in the hoods of the mackintos

ggling to the windows. It was a drizzly, dark night. The paths abou

r enough away from the buildings which surrounded the campus,

once through

l of mu

mute o'er the

that soul

wded at the open windows, began to giggle, for they could hear Hea

for that," murmured The Fox, th

ed Helen, on the other side

ere ahead of them. Won't they be surprised when they get a bap

e to life, sure enough, if it doe

pected ducking," gig

id, placidly. "That's why I i

be," spoke Helen, with a little shiver. "D'you remembe

" agreed

r be seen, while she can reach the water to throw it at the girls easily. Ther

marble fountain, still chanting softly the refrain of the marching song. Sud

un!" gigg

en in a thrilling chorus. Rut

It was Sarah who screamed. There! It

re in the initiation. The procession burst like a bombshell, and the girls s

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