Blue Bonnet in Boston - or, Boarding-School Days at Miss North
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Blue Bonnet in Boston, by Caroline E. Jacobs and Lela H. Richards This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Blue Bonnet in Boston or, Boarding-School Days at Miss North's Author: Caroline E. Jacobs Lela H. Richards Illustrator: John Goss Release Date: December 19, 2007 [EBook #23916] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BLUE BONNET IN BOSTON *** Produced by Mark C. Orton, Linda McKeown, Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net BLUE BONNET IN BOSTON OR, BOARDING-SCHOOL DAYS AT MISS NORTH'S "SHE WRENCHED THE WHIP FROM ALEC'S HAND." (See page 308.) The Blue Bonnet Series BLUE BONNET IN BOSTON Or, Boarding-school Days at Miss North's BY CAROLINE E. JACOBS AND LELA H. RICHARDS A SEQUEL TO A TEXAS BLUE BONNET AND BLUE BONNET'S RANCH PARTY Illustrated by JOHN GOSS THE PAGE COMPANY BOSTON: PUBLISHERS Copyright, 1914 BY THE PAGE COMPANY Entered at Stationers' Hall, London All rights reserved Made in U. S. A. First Impression, August, 1914 Second Impression, November, 1914 Third Impression, March, 1915 Fourth Impression, August, 1915 Fifth Impression, May, 1916 Sixth Impression, April, 1917 Seventh Impression, March, 1918 Eighth Impression, February, 1919 Ninth Impression, April, 1919 Tenth Impression, March, 1920 Eleventh Impression, September, 1921 PRINTED BY C. H. SIMONDS COMPANY BOSTON, MASS., U. S. A. CONTENTS CHAPTER P AGE I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV. XV. XVI. XVII. XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI. XXII. THE WAIL OF THE WE ARE SEVENS A WEEK-END IN BOSTON A SURPRISE BOARDING-SCHOOL NEW FRIENDS IN TROUBLE PENANCE WOODFORD UNDER A CLOUD THE CLOUD LIFTS INITIATED SUNDAY SETTLEMENT WORK A HARVARD TEA ANTICIPATIONS THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS KITTY'S COTILLION A SURPRISE PARTY THE JUNIOR SPREAD THE LAMBS' FROLIC COMMENCEMENT 1 20 40 54 74 98 117 134 153 172 191 208 227 239 255 274 294 313 333 344 359 377 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS P AGE "SHE WRENCHED THE WHIP FROM ALEC'S HAND" (See page 308) "BLUE BONNET TOOK THE MIRROR AND LOOKED AT HERSELF FROM ALL ANGLES" "THE GHOST IN THE CENTRE OF THE GROUP ROSE" "GABRIEL LOOKED UP IN DISDAIN" "SHE WAS HOLDING ON TO UNCLE CLIFF'S COAT LAPELS" "SHE WAS OONAH, THE BEWITCHING LITTLE IRISH MAIDEN" Frontispiece 140 216 245 288 357 Blue Bonnet in Boston CHAPTER I THE WAIL OF THE WE ARE SEVENS BLUE BONNET raised the blind of the car window, which had been drawn all the afternoon to shut out the blazing sun, and took a view of the flying landscape. Then she consulted the tiny watch at her wrist and sat up with a start. "Grandmother!" she said excitedly, "we'll soon be in Woodford; that is, in just an hour. We're on time, you know. Hadn't we better be getting our things together?" Mrs. Clyde straightened up from the pillows, which Blue Bonnet had arranged comfortably for her afternoon nap, and peered out at the rolling hills and green meadow-lands. "I think we have plenty of time, Blue Bonnet," she said, smiling into the girl's eager face. "But perhaps we would better freshen up a bit. You are sure we are on time?" [1] "Yes, I asked the conductor when I went back to see Solomon at the last station. Four-twenty sharp, at Woodford, he told Solomon, and Solomon licked his hand with joy. Poor doggie! I don't believe he appreciates the value of travel, even if he has seen Texas and New York and Boston. He loathes the baggage-car, though I must say the men all along the way have been perfectly splendid to him. But then, any one would fall in love with Solomon, he's such a dear." Mrs. Clyde recalled the five dollar bill she had witnessed Mr. Ashe pass to the baggage-man at the beginning of the journey, and the money she had given by his instruction along the way, and wondered how much Solomon's real worth had contributed to his care. "I'm so glad we're arriving in the afternoon," Blue Bonnet said, as she gathered up magazines and various other articles that littered the section. "There's something so flat about getting anywhere in the morning—nothing to do but sit round waiting for trunks that have been delayed, and wander about the house. I wonder if Aunt Lucinda told the girls we were coming?" Mrs. Clyde fancied not. A quiet home-coming after so strenuous a summer was much to be desired. Blue Bonnet and the We Are Sevens had parted company in New York several weeks before, the girls going on to Woodford in care of the General, in order not to miss the first week of school. The stay in New York had been particularly gratifying to Blue Bonnet, for there had been ample time while waiting for Aunt Lucinda to arrive from her summer's outing in Europe, to do some of the things left undone on her last visit. A day at the Metropolitan Museum proved a delight; the shops fascinating—especially Tiffany's, where Blue Bonnet spent hours over shining trays, mysterious designs in monograms, and antique gold settings, leaving an order that quite amazed Grandmother Clyde, until she learned that the purchase was for Uncle Cliff. Then there had been a delightful week with the Boston relatives, Aunt Lucinda going straight to Woodford to open the house and make things comfortable for her mother's arrival. Cousin Tracy, as on that other memorable visit, had proved an ideal host. To be sure, a motor car had been substituted for the sightseeing bus so dear to Blue Bonnet's heart, but she found it, on the whole, quite as enjoyable, and confided to Cousin Tracy as they sped through the crooked little streets or walked through the beloved Common, that she liked Boston ever so much better than New York, it seemed so nice and countrified. There was a second visit to Bunker Hill and the Library, to which Blue Bonnet brought fresh enthusiasm, more stories of Cousin Tracy's coins and medals, and so the days passed all too swiftly. "Well, at last!" Blue Bonnet exclaimed, as the train began to slacken speed and the familiar "Next stop Woodford" echoed through the car. "Here we are, Grandmother, home again!" She was at the door before the car came to a standstill. "Doesn't look as exciting as it did when Uncle Cliff and I arrived in the Wanderer, does it?" Blue Bonnet's eyes swept the almost deserted station. Miss Clyde stood at the end of the long platform, her eyes turned expectantly toward the rear Pullman, with Denham,