The Outdoor Girls at Wild Rose Lodge - or, the Hermit of Moonlight Falls by Laura Lee Hope
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all of that, my dear. I don't believe I ever saw a more cozy looking
person in my life." "I knew it!" cried Betty triumphantly, adding with a suspicious eye on Grace: "Hand over that plate of toast, Gracie. You needn't think you can eat it all up!" After breakfast they sallied forth to "view the country o'er." They would have stayed and helped Mrs. Irving clear up, but that good woman declared that she could do better by herself on this first morning. After she had become better acquainted with the place they could help her all they liked. Finally, after some protest, they had to let her have her way. As they stepped out on the porch, Betty paused and held up her hand for silence. "Listen," she said. "That murmuring sound and the splash of water--" "It's the river and the falls," explained Mollie. "Let's go down and have a look at them." But Amy, giving a little gasp of delight, fairly tumbled down the steps and into a riot of gorgeous pink wild roses. The lodge was fairly surrounded by them. "Oh, you darlings!" cried Amy, putting both arms around a bush of the fragrant flowers as though she would gather in all their beauty at once. "I never saw anything so wonderful in all my life! Oh, girls, I'm glad I came!" |
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