Marjorie Dean, High School Senior

The next morning Miss Archer held a memorable interview in her private office with Mignon La Salle. It was evidently a satisfactory talk. When it terminated, the hands of teache...

The week following Jerry's return to the Lookouts, together with the restoration of their cachéd money, took on a distinctly festival tone. A round of jolly little merry-makings...

The laughter grew louder when, according to the energetic imp's direction, four solemn, black-robed figures obediently bestrode their broomstick steeds. They next pranced confid...

"Well, how about it?" challenged the irrepressible Jerry Macy. Marjorie joined the stout girl and Constance, who stood waiting for her across the street from the high school. Bo...

The news that fourteen seniors of Sanford High School had formed themselves into an organization called the Lookout Club soon spread itself like wildfire throughout the big scho...

At the meeting of the Lookouts on the following evening, Constance Stevens' thoughtful suggestion that the club rent the little house where she had once lived and transform it i...

"Well, here we are again!" jubilantly announced Danny Seabrooke, executing a few fantastic steps about the Macys' living room by way of expressing his approval of the sextette o...

When Marjorie returned to school that afternoon, her eyes widened in startled surprise as they became riveted on a square white envelope on her desk addressed to herself. For an...

The military maneuvers by the Sanford Guards over, the well-pleased spectators made an orderly rush for the big drill floor, there to take more active part in the Campfire. Open...

"But why won't you join our club, Veronica?" Marjorie's voice held a pleading note. "We have been counting on you from the first. Of course I know you haven't as much time to yo...

Despite the late hour at which members of the Lookout Club had retired on the previous night, nine o'clock Saturday morning saw them gathered at the day nursery, for a final sur...

"For goodness sake, Marjorie, will you kindly tell me what has happened?" Muriel Harding overtook Marjorie in the corridor on the way to her second morning recitation, fairly hi...

"Marjorie, have you seen Lucy Warner?" Jerry Macy stepped inside the candy booth, her plump face alive with concern. "It's half past eight and she's not here. The girls in her b...

It still lacked half an hour until school opened on Monday morning when an anxious-eyed little girl ran up the long stone steps to the building and steered a straight course for...

"Did you see that latest addition to the senior class?" Mignon La Salle's voice rose in profound disgust as she hurled the question at Jerry Macy, who had entered the senior loc...

Having committed themselves to the unenviable duty of censorship, neither Marjorie nor Jerry had any intention of wavering in the performance of it. The following Monday they me...

The Lookouts met the next evening at Muriel Harding's home, and the Campfire project was received with acclamation. Nearly everyone present had a suggestion to tender that would...

The dainty, white-gowned figure on the sidewalk tilted a white parasol over one shoulder and turned a pair of startled brown eyes in the direction of the voice. "Why, Mignon, I...

Indignation ran rife among the Lookouts when on Thursday evening they came into the dismaying knowledge that thanks to Mignon, Susan Atwell had become a treasureless treasurer....

"Veronica Browning!" Marjorie cried out admiringly. "You magnificent person. Where, oh where, did you get that wonderful, I won't say gown, I'll say robe? Certainly you never wa...

The end of January brought with it mid-year examinations. It saw no change in the strained situation which Jerry had created. To all outward appearances she was as implacable as...

The fourth and last officer to be elected was the secretary, and this honor fell to gentle Irma Linton. Ever modest and self-effacing, Irma was even more greatly surprised at he...

During the week that followed Mignon's fiery outburst against Veronica at the club meeting Muriel Harding received no welcome letter from the former announcing her resignation f...

The Lookouts were in august session in the Atwells' cozy living room, which the mere members of the family, aside from Susan, had obligingly vacated while the club held sway. Se...

The next evening found the Deans' living room in the possession of an ardent band of organizers, all bent on organization. A double row of chairs had been placed at one end of t...

Jerry had a second mission to perform, however, which she hailed with anticipation. Cut off by her own obstinacy from former intimacy with her chums and from the work of the day...

Marjorie was just putting on her hat preparatory to setting out for school, when Jerry Macy walked in at the open front door. "Thought I'd stroll over for you," she announced. "...