Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island - Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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roomsful."
"Say! that's right!" cried Heavy, eagerly, to Ruth. "You, and Helen, and Mercy, and Jinny, take that quartette room on our other side. We'll just about boss that dormitory. What do you say?" "If Mrs. Tellingham will agree," said Ruth. "I'll ask her." "But you girls will be 'way ahead of me in your books," broke in Jane Ann. "We needn't be ahead of you in sleeping, and in fun," laughed Heavy, pinching her. "Don't be offish, Miss Jinny," said Helen, calling her by the title that the cowboys did. "And my name--my dreadful, dreadful name!" groaned the western girl. "I tell you!" exclaimed Ruth, "we're all friends. Let's agree how we shall introduce Miss Hicks to the bunch. She must choose a name----" "Why, call yourself 'Nita,' if you want to, dear," said Helen, patting the western girl's arm. "That's the name you ran away with." "But I'm ashamed of that. I know it is silly--and I chose it for a silly reason. But you know what all these girls will do to 'Jane Ann,'" and she shook her head, more than a little troubled. "What's the matter with Ann?" demanded Mercy Curtis, sharply. "Isn't 'Ann Hicks' sensible-sounding enough? For sure, it's not _pretty_; but we can't |
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