Highacres

usiness rival, had bought a palatial home on the most beautiful avenue of the city. "Pouf"--that was Uncle Peter'

and advertised as "Highacre Terrace," and held (with an eye to the growth of the city) at a startling figure. In the real estate office it had been divided into building lots with "restrictions," which meant that onl

had genius as well as tact, who, without his knowing it, could quietly bend old Peter Westley to his way of thinking. Under this man's planning the new home grew until it stood in its finished perfection, a mass of stone and marble surrounde

haps deep in his queer old heart was an affection for his nephew Robert's children, who came dutifully to

gathered around the breakfast table, a few days after Jerry

p, spilling her coco

Peter died and now, going to school out there,

, Isobel dear, but it will be hardly necessary for you and Gyp to put on black now to show your respect. I think every pupi

erybody to remember s

way of saying "hush" that cleared

cried Gyp. "Mother, can't we tak

e to use t

ellows, we could wal

and a half. Simpson watched on the sp

uddenly recalling the miles of mountain trail ove

back at the Notch she had always sat in front of Rose Smith and back of Jimmy Chubb; she had progressed from fractions to measurements and then on to algebra and from spelling to Latin with the outline of Jimmy's winglike ears so fixed a part of her vision that she wondered if now she might not find that she could not study w

ng her step to Jerry's freer stride, Gyp

e same funny little old house even after he made lots of money, until he built Highacres. He was terribly queer. I used to be dreadfully afraid of him because he always carried a big cane and had the awfullest way of looking at you! His eyes sort of bored hol

said that such people are so unhappy that they punish themselves. Maybe he really wa

rld, was reading that thought in a hundred you

ied Graham, who w

nto the building, when one studied in such beautiful rooms where the sun, streaming through long windows framed in richl

's go down to the Gym. Oh--look at the French room--isn't it darling?" The trees outside were casting a shimmer of green through the sunshine

the arms that encircled her waist and threw herself into Gyp's embrace. The extravagance of her demonstration startled Jerry, but when Gyp int

"spliffy" she thought the new school. Like Gyp, none of them could wait until school opened. Then the group

coln." All of which was strange tribute to Jerry's ears, for, back at the Notch, poor Si Robie had always been dubbed the "funniest" child in the school and he

of boys. Gyp greeted them boisterously. Jerry, watc

p. "That's Dana King. Isobel's got an awful crush on him. She won't a

ment. His pleasant face w

boys, "let's give a yell for old Peter Wes

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ln! L

Rah

ey! Pe-ter!

hat fun it was all going to be. Dana King was leading the boys in a serpentine march through the building; out in the

d always given to the largest of the turrets that crowned Highacres' many-gabled roof.

t she did not know just what the tower room was like, bu

ldn't have them brought to our house, you see. I remember she told Graham the key was down in the safety-deposit box at the bank. Well----" disappointed, Gyp turned down the stairs. "I've always loved

t: "She's got long golden, hair hanging down over her

over and over that she will not m

that the ugly old keeper of the dra

nate hand through Jerry's arm. She forgot the languishing princess she had consigned to the prison above in he

Uncle Johnn