Josie O'Gorman

“Not that. But you know tastes differ so. Uncle doesn’t think she is beautiful, merely sweet looking and Aunt Hannah says if it wasn’t for her eyes she would call her positively...

The detective story ended, as all good detective stories do, with the mystery solved, the criminals brought to justice and the most unlikely person in it rounded up as the villain.

The weeks rolled by. The Higgledy Piggledies prospered. Many waffles and much cinnamon toast were devoured by the elite of Dorfield. Each partner was occupied in her especial li...

While Josie feasted and schemed in the pleasant home of Colonel and Mrs. Trask in Peewee Valley, there were sad hearts in Dorfield. With no news of little Philip, and no word fr...

“I may have been mistaken about Miss Fitchet,” Ursula confessed. “That woman I saw may not have been she. I dread her so that I can’t help thinking about her. I may have fancied...

Josie O’Gorman’s appearance was one of her greatest assets. To the general run of young girls who look upon beauty as the one and only attribute necessary for success in life no...

The letter was from Uncle Bob Benson to Ursula. Josie felt justified in reading it, in order that she might get all the light possible on the doings of Cheatham. It was a sad li...

“Cooled down a little by now?” asked Teddy Trask, after about a mile of record-breaking trotting. “Now, Miss Friend--that’s the only name I know you by--you listen to me a minut...

Obedient to Josie’s telegram, Ursula took the first train from Dorfield for Louisville. The Conants wanted her to leave Ben in their care, but she could not bear to be parted fr...

Ursula could not help smiling at Bob’s enthusiasm. She knew that he had great sympathy for her, but at the same time she was sure he was enjoying himself hugely being what he ca...

Had Cheatham harbored the slightest suspicion against Teddy Trask’s friend, her conversation on the journey from Louisville to Cincinnati would have completely dispelled it. Che...

The Christmas guests had gathered when Teddy drew rein at the yard gate of his father’s hospitable mansion. There were several cars parked along the driveway and a large family...

“Thank the Lord for gossipy women!” Josie exclaimed as she left the office of the nurses’ registrar, where she had readily engaged the young woman at the desk in a spirited disc...

Josie’s impatience amounted almost to a fever, as she awaited the hour for dinner with Mr. Cheatham. The day after Christmas had been a busy one for her. She felt she must write...

Aunt Mandy ushered Josie into a cheerful, shabby parlor. The furniture was a mixture of fine old mahogany, cheap varnished oak, and odds and ends of wicker and mission. There we...

The time had come for mince pie and plum pudding, wine, jelly and ice cream--not that anyone had room for everything, but one could always try. The table was being cleared and t...

The cabin of Sis Minerva and Brer Abe was so picturesque that Josie regretted not having a camera with her. It was of logs with a stone chimney, that leaned outward as though bo...

Christmas morning in Louisville! Josie was still regretting the hours spent in reading the detective story that should have been dedicated to sleep, but she was happily constitu...

In a few moments Ursula was back at work on the dolls, all trace of tears banished from her pretty face. Josie was preparing to go out, declaring she must purchase a pot of glue...

If after Josie left the Hotel Haddon with little Philip she had again ensconced herself in the ladies’ parlor of the Alpha, at the window overlooking the street, instead of hurr...

The hall bedroom that Mandy had decided was the suitable place for Josie proved to be clean and comfortable. To be sure it was a third floor back, but Josie liked to be high up...