Betty Gordon at Boarding School, Or, the Treasure of Indian Chasm (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 Excerpt: ...the hand-clapping. Her face had instantly slipped back into the old sullen lines. "When she can sing like that, shouldn't you think she would be perfectly happy?" sighed Betty. "I'd give anything if I had a Voice " As a matter of fact Betty had a clear little contralto of her own and she sang as naturally as a bird. But there was no denying that Ada's voice was exceptional. After the last girl had had her turn the veiled leader mounted the platform and threw back her swathing net. "She's the president of the senior class, Mabel Waters," whispered a girl near Betty. "I have the honor to welcome you all as members in good standing of the novice class, firstdegree, Mysterious For," announced Miss Waters. "That's all there is to the name, girlS--when we decided to form a new society here in school some one asked 'What's it for?' So our organization became the Mysterious F-O-R, and you'll find out as time goes on what the answer is. I might say, though, that happiness and good fellowship and a little spice of sisterliness are what we try to incorporate in the unwritten bylaws. And now I think Aunt Nancy has some cake and ice-cream for us." Saturday was a busy day for the one hundred and sixty odd girls who were enrolled at Shadyside. Penance and pleasure had a way of marking off the hours. Those who were good were allowed to go twice a month to Edentown, chaperoned by a teacher, for shopping, moving picture treats, and such other simple pleasures as the small city afforded. There were always a number of girls sentenced to "within bounds," which were the spacious school grounds, for minor sins of-omission and commission. Bobby Littell was ...