Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island - Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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"My! but you are looking bad yourself, Heavy," gibed Helen Cameron,
shaking her head and staring at the other girl. "You're just fading away to a shadow." "Pretty near," admitted Heavy. "But the doctor says I shall get my appetite back after a time. I was allowed to drink the water two eggs were boiled in for lunch, and to-night I can eat the holes out of a dozen doughnuts. Oh! I'm convalescing nicely, thank you." The girls who had reached the school first welcomed Jane Ann quite as warmly as they did the others. There was an air about them all that seemed protecting to the strange girl. Other girls were walking up and down the Cedar Walk, and sometimes they cast more than glances at the eight juniors who were already such friends. Madge had immediately been swallowed up by a crowd of seniors. "Say, Foxy! got an infant there?" demanded one girl. "I suppose Fielding has made her a Sweetbriar already--eh?" suggested another. "The Sweetbriars do not have to fish for members," declared Helen, tossing her head. "Oh, my! See what a long tail our cat's got!" responded one of the other crowd, tauntingly. "The double quartette! There's just eight of them," crowed another. "There certainly will be something doing at Briarwood Hall with those two |
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