Campfire Girls in the Allegheny Mountains - or, A Christmas Success against Odds by Stella M. Francis
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These questions brought out nothing of tangible advantage, and No. 1 rested apparently well satisfied with the keenness of his record thus far made. No. 2 now took up the inquiry. He was the squarely built angular fellow with deep-set eyes, quiet demeanor and few words. His first question was: "Has Miss Nash any other friends living in Hollyhill?" "No, I think not," Marion replied; "no particular friends." "None that she ever corresponds with?" persisted the man with the deep-set eyes. Marion started visibly. Sudden recollection of the letter received by Helen the day before came to her. "She got a letter postmarked Hollyhill yesterday," the young hostess replied. "Who was it from?" "I don't know. I didn't know that she was corresponding with anybody in the town. But the address on the envelope looked as if it was written by a man." "Do you suppose you could find that letter?" "I'll go upstairs and look," Marion said, suiting the action to the word. |
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