The Turned-About Girls

At Chicago, on a hot afternoon in early summer, two little girls got aboard the car on the Limited that was bound through to Boston. Both little girls had bobbed brown hair and...

At the first call for dinner the little girl in the drawing-room left her pillow, which had grown hot, and her crayola outfit, which had long since displaced the game of Canfiel...

"But names are all music and things," the little girl in gingham insisted. "That's why I don't care for Caroline. It's like a bushel of wheat. Muzzy always called me Carol. That...

The fact that the two little girls were going to the same town was the finishing link in the chain of friendship that they had forged so rapidly. They talked that evening about...

It was thoroughly wrong, the deception that Jacqueline had suggested. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. As for Caroline, her mind was such a jumble of cows and boys an...

In the wake of the grinning black porter, Caroline stumbled out of the drawing-room. She had only a few steps to take through the narrow passage to the vestibule, and in those f...

Smoothly and softly the limousine glided out from among the brick buildings of Baring Junction--not a great many of them!--and along a country road which was edged sometimes wit...

To feel as she felt on entering that cool, orderly room, with its white paint and dark paper, its old portraits and its severe, highly polished dark furniture, you would need to...

Caroline went up to bed at half past eight in a happy daze. She had played for ever so long in the parlor that at last was quite dark, Liszt and Brahms, simple arrangements, of...

When Caroline walked out of the drawing-room on the train, in the wake of the black porter, you will remember that she left Jacqueline in the patched brown and white gingham (Ca...

Along the country road, through pastures and farms and meadows, where the limousine had smoothly, swiftly glided, Aunt Martha's Ford bounced sturdily. Soon the ice-cream cones w...

Over the covered bridge and into Longmeadow Street the Ford panted, where the limousine some time before had silently and sumptuously rolled. But in Longmeadow Street Jacqueline...

Strawberry shortcake is a bond in common. By the time that supper was over Jacqueline was no longer a stranger to Caroline's cousins, and when she had shared with them the rathe...

When Caroline woke in the morning, she was surprised to find herself still in the green and golden room with the bookshelves. She had rather expected to find that the house with...

Jacqueline waked early on her first morning at the Conway farm. With a rooster crowing under your window, you need no alarm clock, and with a cozy six-year-old at your side, inc...

"_I_ am Jacqueline, and you are Caroline. Take off that dress of mine, and go away with this horrid little staring red-haired boy. _I_ shall go home with Cousin Penelope in the...

Caroline and Aunt Eunice sat in the summer house, making doll clothes. The weather, like the Little Bear's porridge, was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right. A little b...

On that fine summer afternoon, neither too hot nor too cold but just right, when Caroline sewed her silken seam and dreamed of foreign lands, Jacqueline sat in the shabby hammoc...

But all the days at the Conway farm were not like the day that ended in a blaze of glory, with praises and hot Johnny-cake. No more than a week later there came a day when every...

By the time that Jacqueline had had her cry out, she was nearly a mile on her way to Longmeadow Street. Her eyes were smarting, and her nose was sore, and her throat felt hot li...

What do you suppose Prince Edward would have done, if Tom Canty hadn't wished to be Tom Canty any more? Suppose that Tom, instead of being a well-mannered little English boy, wi...

Like the hero of the old music hall song, Jacqueline felt that "now was the time for disappearing." I wish I could say to her credit that she fled, simply because she was afraid...

All unconscious of Cousin Penelope's musings, Caroline stretched herself in the fresh cool bed, in her pretty room. She thought of the party next day, and all the lovely days, b...

other, were more alike than Caroline and Aunt Martha could ever have been. So much alike they were that almost instantly each drew back into her own corner of the seat, as if th...

The party was almost as wonderful as Caroline expected it to be, so you may judge for yourself that it was a very wonderful party indeed. The caterer way down in Boston didn't f...

The day that followed on the party and the storm was unlike any day that Jacqueline had known in her short life, and the week that followed was unlike any week that she had ever...

Jacqueline laid Grandma down, very gently, and put away the rejected broth, which was too precious to be thrown out, and rinsed the thick cup. As she stood drying it, she found...

Not being given that way, she confessed merely to what Grandma called "a gone feeling." She sat down suddenly on the steps of the porch, quite as if she had been hit a sudden ha...

Inside Miss Crevey's stuffy little shop a woman customer kept insisting that she must have lilac ribbon two inches wide, although Miss Crevey told her that blue ribbon three inc...

Really Caroline deserved none of the hard things that Jacqueline thought of her. She of course hadn't had the least suspicion that her sudden departure to unknown places would b...

Cousin Marcia Vintner, who was Aunt Eunice's cousin, and stood to Jacqueline in some obscure relationship that Caroline never was able to work out, had thoughtfully gone away fo...

Here were no cool sea breezes in the Meadows. No sand toys, either, and even if there had been, a big girl, going on eleven, in a house where there was sickness, had no time to...

Jacqueline fairly ran up the steps to the porch of The Chimnies. She was laughing in queer little gasps which were very much like sobs. Oh, but this was too good to believe! Rig...

Hannah looked down from the step-ladder, where she was standing to clean the cupboard shelves. Sallie poked her head out from the butler's pantry, where she seemed totally surro...

Half an hour later Jacqueline was trudging stoutly through the powdery dust of the Meadows road. She was hardly conscious of the dust or the heat. She forgot that she was tired,...

The next day was a scorcher, even as Sallie had foretold, but Jacqueline "flaxed round," as Grandma called it, and had her baking done by nine o'clock. She found the work mere p...

Shakespeare speaks in one of his plays of the disastrous position of the man who is blown up with the bomb he has himself touched off. Jacqueline was not nearly so well acquaint...

Dr. Graydon in Los Angeles sent Judge Holden a telegram, brimful of dental technicalities, that convinced the Judge (Aunt Martha needed no convincing!) that it was indeed Jacque...

Aunt Eunice said she would lie down for a bit before dinner. Really she felt the need of rest after the long ride from Monk's Bay. Cousin Penelope approved, but said that she wo...

Jacqueline wasn't at the Conway farm, when Caroline, in frantic quest of her, came stumbling into the kitchen, on Aunt Martha's invitation. Instead she was down on the knoll by...

They were all seated in the softly lighted parlor at The Chimnies--Cousin Penelope, stonily silent, Aunt Eunice, wiping her spectacles over and over, Aunt Edie, little and gray-...

Early as it was, Jacqueline had been up already for half an hour. She had dressed herself in a jumper of wood brown jersey, and a frilled blouse of white silk, with an orange co...

Caroline, all unaided, had baked a "toad in the hole" for dinner. Do you know what "toad in the hole" is? Scraps of meat baked in a deep dish, in a kind of custard batter. Carol...

Not more than fifteen minutes later Caroline actually was riding away from the farm in the gray-lined, soft-cushioned limousine. She sat between Aunt Eunice and Cousin Penelope....