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Peggy Parsons at Prep School

Chapter 3 A BACON BAT

Word Count: 2224    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

s series of happenings that added flavor to her whole school life, and gave he

ell under way with an excellent teacher, decided to have a "bacon bat," after the custom o

r arms, there were no daintily packed little shoe-boxes of sandwiches. There was just the jar of bacon strips in a paper bag, the bottle of olives in another paper bag, and the two dozen rolls, a generous supply, in the biggest paper bag of all. These were the simple requisites for a bacon bat, and even the olives were not necessary, Katherine termed them useless frills. There was a tiny box of

the counter and offered you a dozen or so, loose, when you bought your bacon. But Peggy had wan

thought to ask as they strolled, laughi

House," cried three girls at

in concern. It didn't s

down to the water-because, of course, we can hardly have our fire except on some s

making their way in the direction of a great empty-looking

there, do they

-sh-

d strange to her that after the girls had chosen this place with such unanimous enthusiasm they should assume such an air of discomfort and mystery now that they had come. She studied the old house, dignified e

ce sunny place with a little stream to drink out of, and one big tree for shade? It's so dark and overgro

in the river, and there is a grape-vine swing on the bank that goes sailing way out over the water with you. W

y mean cows or snakes," sighed P

the water, and Florence and Dorothy Trowbrid

" asked Peggy suddenly, "when we get

over an armful of nice dry chi

ight away, for the walk had made them hungry-or, perhaps, they hadn't needed the walk: healthy girls like healthy boys are always hungry. But Florence reminded them that their bacon would simply be burned to a crisp if they thrust it in the flames now, so they waited a few minutes, reluctantly enough, until the red and blue sparks sputtered down to a s

ver come, I suppose you could find the ashes, on this flat rock, left by every class that ever went

m the river and passed it to poor Florence, who

ll smoke," she warned delig

up there, would be glad to have it. If he can smell the smoke of this little feast-with that lovely amber coffee Dorothy is making-I guess he wishes he was a g

one and poised an oliv

ou mean?"

r, you know,"

fee?-I should think

he world. He used to own most of this town, but everything has drifted away from him. He never goes anywhere-nobody ever sees him. He wouldn't wan

u mean to tell me the man that lives in Gloomy H

d Peggy a fresh roll with a crisp slice of bacon temptingly projecting from the ends. "He couldn't have be

a little patch of light on her brown-gold hair. She was a vivid little person, with laughing black eyes and cheeks that fla

said at last, her crooked dimple flic

tery about it, I tell you-and, in spite of story books, nobody likes to probe too deeply into mysteries. Some people even say that a

e crumbs out of

wnspeople should stay away from him and leave him poor," she said. "What has that to do with my making him some coff

nds, the girls gathered around to tell Peggy many harrowing incidents connected with the great house

ings back at school for us to eat ourselves-it seems, well, piggish. Wouldn't it be lovely to demonstrate our next lesson by bringing all the materials up to Gloomy House and cooking up a big, wonderful dinner, and ha

d for the vote, her eyes shining with eager

she had been with them so short a time,

you he'd bite anybody, fairly, that dreamed of trying to offer him charity? Peggy, I believ

y, sitting down to think i

ht of cluttering her joyous way with impossibilities. Once a plan s

le to the school," timidly sug

me," Florence

'll have the accounts put in the town paper, so he'll see what we're doing, and then-" her eyes shone and she could hardly talk fast enough to let the girls see the glory of he

ng herself to such a daring decision. "Ye-es, I think we might

the timid one. "Let's appo

one," shouted the other girls gleefull

ed vainly to smooth back her flying gold-toned hair. "Right-NOW!" she

others drew closer together as Peggy actually turned h

ness of the thing she had undertaken, they watch

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“Excerpt: ...with scant sympathy, but with much merry appreciation of her snow-powdered face and its look of wondering appeal. Nevertheless, in spite of difficulties and delays, they had covered two meadows and a large open field without more stress of adventure than they found pleasant. All of a sudden Peggy pointed ahead. There, gleaming on before them, straight ahead and over the crest of a bit of rising ground, were the glistening snow-shoe marks of another explorer who had recently gone that way before them. The sun shone into the criss-cross pattern of the steps, which seemed to the girls to be both invitation and challenge. Katherine adapted the quotation, laughing. \"If I could leave behind me any such even tracks as that it might be worth while going on, but when you can't get the swing of it, Peggy, you can't keep warm, and while I want to learn, sometime, I think it wasn't born in me as it was in you, and it will need several practice attempts before I can be in your class at all. So I'm going back-for now-do you want to come, or are you going on-?\" Peggy looked back toward the familiar roofs of Andrews, and then she looked away out over the barren fields in their whiteness, new and untouched save for the gleaming snow-shoe tracks that called and called to her to be as adventurous as they. \"I guess I'll go on,\" she said, a hint of abandon in her voice. \"Well, good-by, hon,\" said Katherine, meekly taking her leave. \"I will get about as much more of this as I want going back, but I hope you have a nice time-and-and end up at tea somewhere just as we were going to.\" \"Tea by myself would be horrid,\" Peggy called after her. \"I won't be long, but I just must have some more, I love it so.\" Then she turned her face to the snow-shoe tracks, and with a little gay song on her lips took up their trail. \"I'm Robinson Crusoe,\" she told herself blithely, \"and these tracks are the good man Friday's. And we are the...”
1 Chapter 1 THE SERENADE2 Chapter 2 BEING A BELLE3 Chapter 3 A BACON BAT4 Chapter 4 THE INSIDE OF GLOOMY HOUSE5 Chapter 5 MANAGING MRS. FOREST6 Chapter 6 THE BEAN AUCTION7 Chapter 7 MR. HUNTINGTON'S STORY8 Chapter 8 CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS9 Chapter 9 THE FORTUNE TELLER10 Chapter 10 MISS ROBINSON CRUSOE11 Chapter 11 THE INITIAL H12 Chapter 12 THE MEETING13 Chapter 13 SPRING AND ANNAPOLIS14 Chapter 14 WATER-SPRITES15 Chapter 15 PARSONS COURT