The Ranch Girls at Boarding School

May had arrived and with it the first warm spring weather along the Hudson River valley. Now the river was often crowded with sail boats dipping their white and gray canvases to...

Fortunately the two girls had not to spend a minute in looking for Jean, for no sooner had they entered the front hall of the school than she was seen talking with a group of fr...

In the weeks that followed the discovery of Olive’s connection with the wealthy old patroness of Primrose Hall a student of psychology would have had an interesting opportunity...

“I declare, I never saw such a spectacle as I am in my life,” Gerry Ferrows protested, turning half way around to get a back view of herself in her bedroom mirror. “You look per...

Face to face with her first serious temptation stood Jean Bruce. Always beyond anything else had she desired to be popular, even in the old days at the ranch when the only socie...

In less than forty-eight hours after the close of the last chapter Primrose Hall was once more emptied of its silences and loneliness and gay with the returning of its students...

There was still daylight in Madame Van Mater’s drawing room, but she stood for a moment in the center of her doorway staring with brilliant, hard, black eyes from one guest to t...

To Miss Katherine Winthrop’s credit it must be stated that she desired her students at Primrose Hall to grow into something more useful than mere society women. Her ambition was...

Would the long night never pass? A figure on a bed in a big bare room stirred and then sighed. Ages ago a clock in the great house known as Primrose Hall, not far from the famou...

Jean and Frieda were not to be found on either of the two great side porches, where the Primrose Hall girls spent many recreation hours on these warm Indian summer afternoons, b...

It was ridiculous for Olive to have been so frightened with so slight cause, yet the thought that some one might be in pursuit of her filled her with a nervous terror. To the pe...

The veranda was prettily lighted with Japanese lanterns and shaded electric lights and Donald found chairs for Olive and himself in a corner where they could see the dancers and...

Two weeks had elapsed since the arrival of the three ranch girls at boarding school and so many changes appeared to have taken place in their lives that already the weeks seemed...

Under a tall linden tree shedding its yellowy perfumed blossoms about her a young girl stood alone, waiting. She was pale and fragile and leaned slightly on a cane; her hair was...

And Jean opened the door, believing that all her friends would follow her. Once in the hall, however, she soon discovered that Olive was missing and going back called out softly...

The day for the election of the president of the Junior Class had arrived at last. Lessons were over at noon and from three o’clock until six in the afternoon Jessica Hunt and M...

In the same high carved chair that she had used on the afternoon of Olive’s first meeting with her, Madame Van Mater now sat apparently waiting for someone, for her hair and com...

After lunch the day following the dance, as it chanced to be Saturday afternoon, Jean came into the ranch girls’ sitting room looking for Olive and Frieda. She had been playing...

The three ranch girls had their set of apartments toward the front of the house on the second floor at Primrose Hall, so in order for Olive to reach her room it was necessary th...

Several weeks had passed since the interview between Olive and Miss Winthrop on the evening of Jean’s defeat, and now the Christmas holidays at Primrose Hall were well nigh over...

And Gerry’s plan was nothing more or less than to make a direct, personal appeal to Olive, asking her to aid in the fight for Jean by making a sacrifice of herself. True, Gerry...

The truth of the matter was that Frieda Ralston would have been somewhat happier and certainly a great deal better off in many respects could she now have turned back the pages...

Miss Winthrop nodded. “Tell me everything you can recall and keep back nothing for fear it is not the whole truth or that I will not understand. Whoever your father and mother m...

While Jean and Olive were having tea at “The Towers” and Frieda and Mollie were engaged in a confidential talk in the ranch girls’ sitting room, school politics were playing an...

Jean had on her blanket wrapper and had taken down her hair, but Olive, still fully dressed, kept darting from her own bedroom to Jean’s and Frieda’s, peering out both doors for...

By this time the usually self-contained Margaret was weeping bitterly in Jean’s arms, while she patted her reassuringly on the back. Gerry looked utterly exhausted, her hair was...