The Girls of Central High

, La

dusting the inside of the last show case in the row on that side of the wide shop, and had replaced the trays. This was Laura

rings to a customer. The shopper was a stranger to both the jeweler and his daughter, wh

, La

e open window. Laura started and turned to look. She could see a fly-aw

she cried, and we

her friend, fairly dancing up and down ou

dy-except her grandmother-called her "Bobby" instead of "Clara." There were no boys in the Hargrew family; but h

e were looking at last week, and bring it along to the store

at

en we get to the store. Dad's

ore was on the block jus

ra, glancing at her father a

harum-scarum Bobby. "I

walked slowly to the front of the store

his arm, "I want to borrow this for

homores in Central High School of the city and they had always lived in adjoining streets, so were very good friends. Bobby was so full of mischief

" gasped Bobby, choked with laught

oing now?" asked her

re windows-honest to goodness

he magnify

joke. Hurry," urged Bobby,

lly arranged with canned goods and package products; but in the center, in a bed of different colored tissue

orry

COST OF

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murmured Laura, turning to h

y. "You'll see. Gi

d set the glass in such a way before the loaf of bread that anybody passing the window must look at the

ay morning. Such little jokes attracted trade, too, and Bobby Hargrew was full of

by's capers usually "tickled" her father. Having no so

re the window and laugh over the joke. Lau

he school this afterno

e East High boys beat the West High boys. First baseball game of

letics besides our loyalty to the boys' baseball and football teams. I want the g

meeting this afternoon?" queried Bobby, do

ington doesn't like the id

ment, as well as in our studies, we could not b

nest in us to do our work well if we want the fun of playing basket-b

t," sighed Bobby. "Gee Gee is forever pu

ughed Laura, "is thoroughly familiar with you, Miss Bobby Hargrew. Yo

hter flushed; but

he admitted. "She always

gs,'" advised Laura

ims,' like you, Laura,

meeting, just the sa

and Drop the Handkerchief. We're all getting so dreadfully lady-like and grown up. I hate to grow up. If I've got to be all stiff and starched all the time, I'd rather be a boy. Why! Nellie Agnew looks

proves, and maybe he'll be there; so w

e customer had gone when she arrived and Mr. Belding was putting up the grating at the door. The more val

a minute, Laura," said her father.

replied La

nable restaurant for luncheon. Laura did not begrudge the time she sp

s jewelry store, they opened again for the evening trade. For the town was interested in athletics,

ing situated on the level shore of a beautiful lake, many miles in exten

lar Saturday the first baseball game of the season was to be played between East and West High School nines. Central High, which Laura Belding and Bobby

reason for attending no baseball game on this afternoon. As soon as her luncheon was finis

st practical joke. The sun was very hot for so early in the year, and the grocery was on the sunny

ed boy, with a baseball cap stuck on the very back of his head,

on at all," thought Laura, smiling as she beheld

ly, Billy Long's actio

window, leaped back, turned to look up and down the almost deserted street (there was nobody in sight but Laura

with you, Billy L

oy. "Mr. Hargrew's s

nd ran forward. "Are you f

om the very middle of the show window-i