The Camp Fire Girls on the Farm - Or, Bessie King's New Chum by Jane L. Stewart
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"Oh, we can easily telephone to the house and then, if there should be a message, we can get it right away, you see. I'll tell them here to write down any message that comes, and we'll telephone every fifteen minutes or so." "Shall we see Mr. Jamieson while we're down town?" "Yes, we will. That's a good idea. It will save his time, too, and there may be something he wants us to do." So they started. Eleanor wanted to walk. But before they had gone very far a big automobile drew up along the sidewalk, and a cheery, pleasant man, middle aged, with a smiling face, and white hair, though he seemed too young for that, hailed them. "Hello, Miss Mercer!" he said: "Jump in, won't you? I'll take you wherever you want to go. I've got lots of time--nothing in the world to do, and I'm lonely." "Why, thank you very much, Mr. Holmes," said Eleanor, smiling at him. "This is my new friend, Bessie King, Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes is one of our family's oldest and best friends." "Well, well, this is very nice!" he said. "I'd better be careful, though, or I'll have all the young fellows in town down on me, when they see an old codger like me driving two pretty young ladies around. Where shall we go, eh?" "If you're really not in a hurry, Mr. Holmes," said Eleanor, "I wish you |
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