Identifier: stnicholasserial351dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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laughing withMrs. Trotts arm around her.As she and Bab rode up theSerpentine, turning again andagain to wave good-by to allthe gathered clan, she knewshe was happier than she hadever been in all her life.Then she suddenly realizedthat Bab was riding with her back to Brook Acres. Oh, Bab, she faltered, leaning over to lay herhand on her cousins, are you really going homewith me? It s so dear of you; but had nt Ibetter send Morgan back to tell Aunt Katie?They 11 be sure to worry. Oh, bless you, child, laughed Bab, with acareless, Trottish nod of her head—it had beensuch a glorious afternoon she was happy to thetips of her little tan boots—I d just love to go, since you want me—you ve been a perfect angel,Jean, and I just love you for it. But you see AuntKate and Aunt Twilla they need me most; theyare awfully lonely at Durley, and I am trying tobe all the company that I can. Then you see Iam going to help Joan, oh, goodness, she cried,clapping her hands over her mouth, that s a se-
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WHAT IS THAT? GASPED JOAN, SPRINGING TO HER FEET. (SEE PAGE 494.) cret, a perfectly dandy secret, just between Joanand me. Already the joy had faded from Jeans faceand she was sitting up very straight and dig-nified. Star, as if she understood her little mis-tresss mood, broke into a sharp canter. Why are you riding home with me then? sheasked, stiffly, looking back over her shoulder. Oh, I ve got a note for Joan, and I m takingit over to the post-office in the tree, said Bab. 1908.) THE GENTLE INTERFERENCE OF BAB 493 But you saw Joan not a minute ago, retortedJean, plainly puzzled as well as angry. Whydid nt you tell her then, or give her the note, in-stead of riding all the way over to Brook Acresto put it in that silly hole in the tree. Goodness gracious, Jean! burst out Bab.Anybody would think you were your own grand-mother. Did nt you ever do anything just forthe fun of it, and dont you see how much more—oh, mysterious and—and, well—delightful it isto hide a note in a tree

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