Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures; Or, Helping the Dormitory Fund
ained Nettie Parsons
here is no such word as "fail,"'" q
Helen, making fun of the old saying which the lame girl had repeated. "How do we
Nettie," Ruth said to the Souther
ht, come to Aunt Ruthie and ask. That's what
ce wins," q
ull of caramels. "Let me tell you that old 'saw' is a joke. My little kid cousin proved that the other day. She c
about "If at first you
red, 'Certainly not. "Try,
ve been working for an hour blowing soapbubbles and trying to pin them on a clothes line in the nursery
ood Hall. The school had reopened only a week before, but all the friends were har
, the red-haired girl usually called "The Fox;" and Nettie Parsons, "the sugar king's daughter," as she was kno
rl, who had several reasons for being very fond of Ruth Fielding. Indeed, if the truth were t
h she had been the originator of the most popular-now the only sorority in the school, the Sweetbriars,
ch had been adopted by the Sweetbriars and made over into a special sorority song. Sitting on h
d Hall we hav
ide river
Knowledge-its
wide rive
riars
River of
riars
river t
s come here,
ide river
of work, but
ide river
cried Heavy.
nt!" said Helen,
horus again, and her rich, full
tbriar
River of
riars
river t
ho could not herself sing a note in harmony, bu
rs joining,
e wide riv
d they daren'
wide rive
e when we walked up the old Cedar Walk with The Fox, here, and didn't know wh
m's rather tactless speech, for Mary had been a different girl at that time from what
ture standing at the steps of this old West Dormitory, complaining that she wo
't know what makes me so, but I am continually hungry at least three
ffect of eating so much, Je
ar-which she never could do successfully in any such case. Jennie had probably nev
s chum. "But they do tell me that
that is what is the matter with me! I thought I looked
lu
ar
nt up in the balloon a
turb the fleshy girl at all. "That is exactly the trouble," she
" asked someb
asked ano
ng to crawl through between the tw
he fifty cents to pry you ou
d to find it. I looked for it; that's a
Jennie?" asked Rut
corn. "I looked as good as a fat girl crawling arou
n the quartette room, departed. Then Mercy went tap, tap, tapping down the corridor with her canes-"just like a silly woodpecker!" as she often said herself; and Ann
emarked Helen, when they were alone. "All those sheets of paper-Goodness! it'
shall never write the valedictory
ders you the captain of the graduati
rcy is our brilliant
ould she ever stand up before
all the glory she wins-or of an atom of that glory. If she is our first s
of herself,' as she calls it, and the fact that, really, a girl as lame as sh
hink it out, if nobody else can. Mercy shall graduate with fl
um's emphasis. "At least the valedictorian w
ved chamber with a tender smile. "What wi
rgotten by this time what she had started to quest
ery packet of papers Helen had spoken about. The sheets had been typewritte
the mailbag; but now she took her courage in both