The Wide Awake Girls in Winsted

"It has been such a dear week!" sighed Alice. "And I've rested all the time and have loved being with the girls. No, I'm quite well. But I had a letter from Mrs. Langdon, at Dex...

The "stub" train on the Central was due to leave Winsted at 7:30. Catherine, having reluctantly left the washing of the breakfast dishes to the reckless Inga, to whom their quai...

The big square house, freshly painted white, with green blinds at the windows, stood just at the edge of the broad elm-shaded road, known as the Albany Road because it had been,...

The meeting of the Three R's the next evening was one of particular importance. Not only to the eager reporters, who found that even Dot's party would not spread out sufficientl...

Hannah groaned. "Who would ever get up in the middle of the night and worry about a Sunday-school class, when they had a toothache? It's unnormal! Go back to bed, unless there i...

The opening of the library had been vigorously advertised. Bert and Dot had wheeled the country roads over within a radius of three miles from town, posting bills of announcemen...

Dr. Helen put her hand on her daughter's forehead. "Too tired?" she queried, with a note of anxiety in her voice. It had been only in the last year or so that Catherine had been...

"Well, I'm glad that's over," said Mrs. Eldred aloud. "I always feel sorry for Hannah when she has to say good-by. She does suffer so over it, but she recovers quickly."

By fifteen minutes past three the next day, Algernon and Catherine had definitely decided that Winsted was to have a library, and that they were to devote their own energies to...

At the end of the short railway journey, Mr. Eldred met the girls and conducted them to the house where Mrs. Eldred waited with a heart-warming welcome for her little guest.

"But the party is to Peter and Perdita's, over there,--" with a gesture across the street. "Why do you be goin' that way?" The fat little arm waved in an opposite direction.

So Frieda put on her heavy leather slippers, lined with figured satin and edged with fur, and a very bunchy bathrobe, and followed Alice's kimonoed figure across the wide corrid...

The three girls, "just the right number, one for each gable," as Dr. Harlow said, had been very busy that morning. Their beds made, Catherine had gone down to market, while Frie...

"Alma Mater, Dexter darling, do re mi--O dear! It's much harder to write than I supposed. I wonder why! When your heart is full of love, why should it be hard to express it?"

Elsmere squirmed a little. "Tieded," he murmured, and Catherine, bending closer to investigate, discovered that the key was so secured to the child's apparel that sharp steel wa...

"O Dear! It seems as though I couldn't wait a minute longer. It takes such an eternity for them to get in. Do you think you can see her, Karl? Take the glasses and look. See if...

Algernon suffered more serious consequences from his wetting than the others did from theirs. His cold the next day prevented him from even attempting to go to the library. He w...

"It seems a pity that you can't stay till Monday, when college really opens," said Dr. Helen, pressing out a filmy waist in the dining-room, where the four girls were gathered,...

Out on a Dakota prairie, in a corner of a motionless Pullman sat a short girl in a plain blue suit, her grey eyes behind thick glasses bent upon the pages of a red leather book.

On the day of Polly's party, far away in the village of Ventnor on the Isle of Wight, some one was thinking of the young people of Winsted and their library undertaking.

On the second afternoon after Alice's arrival, the four girls walked down to the post-office to mail their letters, Catherine having written to Miss Lyndesay, while the other th...

So speaking, Max seated himself upon a porch settee and waited for expressions of sympathy and curiosity from the girls before him. When he had received them, he deigned to give...