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
5 C
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