Janice Day at Poketown

Janice Day at Poketown, by
Helen Beecher Long

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Title: Janice Day at Poketown
Author: Helen Beecher Long

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JANICE DAY AT POKETOWN
by
HELEN BEECHER LONG
Author of "The Testing of Janice Day," "How Janice Day Won," "The
Mission of Janice Day," Etc.
Illustrated by Walter S. Rogers

The Goldsmith Publishing Co. Cleveland
Copyright, 1914, by Sully & Kleinteich

CONTENTS
I. A NEW-FASHIONED GIRL
II. POKETOWN
III. "IT JEST RATTLES"
IV. FIRST IMPRESSIONS
V. 'RILL SCATTERGOOD AND HER SCHOOL
VI. AN AFTERNOON OF ADVENTURE
VII. THE LITTLE GIRL WHO LOST THE ECHO
VIII. A BIT OF ROMANCE

IX. TEA AND A TALK WITH DADDY
X. BEGINNING WITH A BEDSTEAD
XI. A RAINY DAY
XII. ON THE ROAD WITH WALKY DEXTER
XIII. NELSON HALEY
XIV. A TIME OF TRIAL
XV. NEW BEGINNINGS
XVI. "SHOWING" THE ELDER
XVII. CHRISTMAS NEWS
XVIII. "THE FLY-BY-NIGHT"
XIX. CHRISTMAS, AFTER ALL!
XX. THE TROUBLE WITH NELSON HALEY
XXI. A STIR OF NEW LIFE IN POKETOWN
XXII. AT THE SUGAR CAMP
XXIII. "DO YOU MEAN THAT?"
XXIV. THE SCHOOL DEDICATION
XXV. THROUGH THE SECOND WINTER
XXVI. JUST HOW IT ALL BEGAN
XXVII. POKETOWN IN A NEW DRESS
XXVIII. NO ODOR OF GASOLINE!

XXIX. JANICE DAY'S FIRST LOVE LETTER
XXX. WHAT THE ECHO MIGHT HAVE HEARD

JANICE DAY
CHAPTER I
A NEW-FASHIONED GIRL
"Well! this is certainly a relief from the stuffy old cars," said Janice
Day, as she reached the upper deck of the lake steamer, dropped her
suitcase, and drew in her first full breath of the pure air.
"What a beautiful lake!" she went on. "And how big! Why--I had no
idea! I wonder how far Poketown is from here?"
The ancient sidewheel steamer was small and there were few
passengers on the upper deck, forward. Janice secured a campstool and
sat down near the rail to look off over the water.
The officious man in the blue cap on the dock had shouted "All
aboard!" the moment the passengers left the cars of the little
narrow-gauge railroad, on which the girl had been riding for more than
two hours; but it was some minutes before the wheezy old steamer got
under way.
Janice was interested in everything she saw--even in the clumsy
warping off of the Constance Colfax, when her hawsers were finally
released.
"Goodness me!" thought the girl, chuckling "what a ridiculous old tub
it is! How different everything East here is from Greensboro. There!
we're really off!"
The water hissed and splashed, as the wheels of the steamer began to
turn rheumatically. The walking-beam heaved up and down with many

a painful creak.
"Why! that place is real pretty--when you look at it from the lake,"
murmured Janice, looking back at the little landing. "I wonder if
Poketown will be like it?"
She looked about her, half tempted to ask a question of somebody.
There was but a single passenger near her--a little, old lady in an
old-fashioned black mantilla with jet trimming, and wearing black lace
half-mitts and a little bonnet that had been so long out of date that it
was almost in the mode again.
She was seated with her back against the cabin house, and when the
steamer rolled a little the ball of knitting-cotton, which she had taken
out of her deep, bead-bespangled bag, bounced out of her lap and rolled
across the deck almost to the feet of Janice.
Up the girl jumped and secured the runaway ball, winding the cotton as
she approached the old lady, who peered up at her, her head on one side
and her eyes sparkling, like an inquisitive bird.
"Thank ye, child," she said, briskly. "I ain't as spry as I use ter be, an'
ye done me a favor. I guess I don't know ye, do I?"
"I don't believe you do, Ma'am," agreed Janice, smiling, and although
she could not be called "pretty" in the sense in which the term is
usually written, when Janice smiled her determined, and rather
intellectual face became very attractive.
"You don't belong in these parts?" pursued the old lady.
"Oh, no, Ma'am. I come from Greensboro," and the girl named the
middle western state in which her home was situated.
"Do tell! You