Betty at St. Benedick's

Even baby was there; though he wasn’t to be called “baby” any longer, Aunt Frances had decided. Aunt Frances was holding his hand now, and telling him to wave good-bye to Betty.

Betty was upstairs in the dormitory, battling with a choky feeling that came and went just because of the strangeness of it all. But not altogether an uncomfortable feeling, per...

She had dimpled herself into Betty’s cubicle, and had perched herself, still dimpling, on the side of Betty’s bed. Her hat had been left downstairs, and a mass of red-to-golden...

Suddenly, at the close of the little speech, the orders had come. Just as Betty was wondering why it was that Miss Carey’s words--even although she could understand very little...

“_Sybil!_” arose a chorus of surprise, and Betty realized at once from the sound of amazement in the tones of Rene and Mona that this apparition was as unexpected to them as to...

They were friends now. Their liking for each other, perhaps, had dated from the very first moment they had met; but their friendship had begun after Sybil’s evening visit to the...

“The funny part of it is,” said Betty, “that somehow I think I’ve heard it before. Only I never thought it came from a person, you know, Gerry. It seemed the same kind of tune a...

“If there was a sign of any one--” said Betty aloud, as she broke off suddenly and stood still by the fence trying to think out the idea that had come to her. “Why,” she went on...

“Hasten slowly” time occurred every day, and occupied the hour immediately following each midday meal. The name had originated after the utterance of an apt remark by one of the...

She and Gerry were gardening; but for once the gardens seemed tame. With the idea at the back of her mind of the tracking expedition to take place in less than a week’s time, th...

Betty had never spent such a day. It had been bad enough to have to blurt out before everybody the fact that she herself must certainly have been the last girl to have seen the...

It had been, perhaps, the most sobering week that Betty had ever spent in her life. For, after the meeting with Sybil in the school wood, she had taken the head girl’s words to...

“‘Tracking,’ is it!” The lad’s face grew surlier. “Well, an’ it’s you, then, sure enough, as is the other young ladies, and my Dad arsks you to come along. If you’s tracking, yo...

The days had gone by since the tracking expedition; but nothing had been heard of the Cup. The junior Daisies had walked warily, however, since then--the unfortunate result of t...

“And the queer thing was, that we all of us saw it! Even Miss Drury!” Eve was speaking to a circle of interested listeners on the evening after the night camp in the wood.

Betty was gone! Her clothes were gone, too; and the occupants of the dormitory had taken it for granted on waking that the energetic Mascot had risen early as on previous occasi...