The Riddle Club through the holidays

“You don’t any of you have the right idea about these club dues,” he informed them. “You seem to think I want the money to go off and spend on myself. There’s no use in having a...

The Riddle Club were very strict about not using their clubroom for any purpose other than club meetings. The six members were practically inseparable, going to school together,...

“The dirt on the roots of the cabbage,” said Artie. “If a lot of dirt sticks, that’s a sign you’re going to be rich; if there isn’t much dirt, you’re going to be poor.”

Polly didn’t wish to agree, but the truth was that Jess was the most remarkable looking girl she had ever seen. She seemed to be covered with feathers--her hair and face and han...

Jess and Polly looked over their shoulders as they walked to the garden, which was at one side of the house, but the others marched briskly along. In the summer Mr. Williamson h...

He grasped a kicking leg and Mr. Marley caught a waving arm. As for Mr. Larue, he took a whole handful of spots, and that proved to be most of Joe Anderson.

Margy caught Ward and Artie at the gate of the school yard and Polly herself met Fred as he came down the stairs, his mouth puckered to whistle as soon as he should be safely ou...

As soon as school was out the next day, the Riddle Club members hurried to the Larue barn. True to her promise, Jess produced the key and there was no delay about getting into t...

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but you won’t get a word out of me,” announced Fred, firmly. “I happened to overhear some talk I wasn’t supposed to hear, and then Dad t...

Though Ward was sure a turkey couldn’t break a window pane and Fred and Polly and Margy and Artie, who joined them, were doubtful, Mrs. Pepper said that, for her part, she knew...

The way those boys shot into their clothes would have been a revelation to their mothers, who sometimes had to call them three times before they came down to breakfast on a scho...

“I only wish,” he said coldly, “that you’d let me know the time of year you want to pay your dues. In summer you say you need the money for ice-cream and in winter you need it f...

“We thought the meeting would be over,” said Mrs. Marley. “And we wanted to see how you looked in your new quarters. But don’t let us interrupt. I don’t believe you’ve adjourned.”

Fred took his bank upstairs and hid it in the usual place. That night he dreamed he was president of a bank and the members of the Riddle Club came to him to pay their dues fast...

“You can stay another ten or fifteen minutes,” Harry informed him. “You go back and tell Billy Pierce I say this race is to be done over. Tell him there’s no decision.”

Of course it wasn’t the right thing to do--to go through Carrie’s desk. Margy herself had the feeling that she was in the wrong, but she certainly didn’t mean to let Carrie keep...

As the two boys opened the front door a whirl of snow flew in their faces. In the brief time they had been within doors a new snowstorm had gained headway.

Polly approved of Fred’s plan the moment she heard it; and the Riddle Club members fell upon the riddle books--well-worn by this time--old scrap books, and clippings and even we...

That night it began to snow again, the fine, steady snow that always promises a real storm. When Mr. Marley came home to supper, his overcoat was covered with the white flakes.

The molasses candy was a great success and so was the school collection the next day. When Polly told Miss Elliott how they had collected the six dollars, the teacher thought it...

Although Margy refused to be enthusiastic about cold weather, nothing would induce her to miss a skating party. She could skate well, as indeed could nearly every child in River...

The boys helped the three girls down the bank and, slipping and sliding, they made their way across the river to the other side. Scrambling up this bank, they found the building...

Polly was the first to wake in the morning. She opened one eye sleepily, saw her dress hanging over a chair back, caught a glimpse of unfamiliar wall paper on the side of the ro...

The children needed no snowshoes to lend them speed as they ran down the road. Driving toward them were Mr. Marley and Mr. Larue in a sleigh drawn by a horse Fred recognized as...

It seemed like another Christmas to the members of the Riddle Club, the day after their experience in getting home. Every one was so glad to see them that they were allowed to p...