Brenda, Her School and Her Club

Julia's arrival. As she walked up Beacon Street she saw Edith and No

wagons and street cars which blocked Charles Street. She was kept standing for two or three minutes at the street crossing, and when she continued her way Edith

for me, Belle?" cri

e way, and I thought, too, that you

ay not. I shall s

o came out from the house for a moment. "B

bout her. She wears black and I think she feels kind

the group back by Belle. "You don't think

ready with a sharp reply, when a warning

go inside now? You should be in your seats by twenty minutes pas

blonde, with eyes some one said "that saw everything." These were the right kind of eyes for the principal of a girls' school. She had a pleasant voice with a tone of decision in it th

ther girls formed what might be called the middle class of a school of forty. There were about fifteen older girls who would stay in sch

irls of all concerned themselves very slightly about the oldest of all. But the girls of Brenda's age imitated in many ways the doings of these older girls, and when, as occasion

the younger girls, or it might be fairer to say that some of the brighter young girls were in the classes with the elder. Edit

of things, and it was very hard for her to keep still when she wished to share her fun with somebody else. Belle was no more scrupulous than Nora about observing rules, but she could whisper to her neighbor in a quiet way without attracting attention. Edith was really a conscientious, painstaking girl. On this account some of those who did not know her well called her a "bore." Brenda was good or bad by fits and starts. Sometimes for a week she devoted herself to her lessons. She would then put her finger to her lips when Nora, in passing her desk, bent over her to te

ectly splendid! You oug

not kind of Belle, who knew that only

ote fell on Brenda's desk, "but there won't be half as many peopl

she exclaimed in a voice intended to be a whisper. Unfortunately her voice was louder than she thought, and she was recalled to hers

wo of the older girls and walked with them for the half

ed Brenda of Edith. "I never knew you to stu

nd then last evening I went to the tableaux. It seemed hard to have to stay home to study though I suppose

see, I had

ssons if you make company of Julia

t be hateful to have her

Didn't you say she hadn

n out into the street in front of the very wheels of a passing wagon. For a moment all held their breath, then Nora with a leap and a run was down the steps and in the street. Before the

irl, "I pulled up as soon as I heard you holler, but it was

laimed. "It ran out so quickly, but if you hadn'

s hand-a forlorn little thing-with bare feet and a torn pinafore. The mud spattered over his face did not show very distinctly on his dark skin. One small hand he

little boy?" crie

ld only

banana. He looks like an Italian frui

e boy was not

n bell sounded fr

he'll find his way home,"

's hurt. Where do yo

door, holding the child's hand. As she stood at the foot of the steps wondering what to do, Mis

llow hurt?" she a

'm sure he doesn't live anywhere around here. I don't wa

yself what is best." Then, after a moment's reflection, "You may send him do

, left him with the janitor, Mr. Brown, although this separation was

ined of school. They were anxious to exchange questions about the child, to speculate about his home, a

nt of the accident she and the two older girls whom she had joi

f recess, when there was really no time to ask a question. She did not d

rgot their little disagreement, and hastened after No

e going with Mrs. Brown to see where Manuel lives-we have found out that his name is Manuel. We can get some

u let Mrs. Br

e so much more

t find hi

treet. Mrs. Brown knows. If we take him there

her would like you to go

e to go. I'm sure

gs. She knew that she really ought to be at home, but

ch toward Hanover Street, Manuel walking between Nora and Brend

irl he'd talk m

In fact he seemed so tired that Mrs. Brown would have carrie