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Peggy Stewart at School, by Gabrielle E.
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Title: Peggy Stewart at School
Author: Gabrielle E. Jackson
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PEGGY STEWART AT SCHOOL
by
GABRIELLE E. JACKSON
Author of "Peggy Stewart at Home," "Silver Heels," "Three Graces" Series, "Capt. Polly" Series, etc.
The Goldsmith Publishing Co. New York N. Y. Made in U.S.A.
Copyright, 1918 by Barse & Hopkins
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE BAROMETER FALLING 1 II. RECONSTRUCTION 16 III. HOSTILITIES SUSPENDED 32 IV. HOSTILITIES RESUMED 48 V. RUCTIONS! 64 VI. A NEW ORDER OF THINGS 81 VII. COLUMBIA HEIGHTS SCHOOL 97 VIII. A RIDING LESSON 114 IX. COMMON SENSE AND HORSE SENSE 131 X. TZARITZA AS DISCIPLINARIAN 149 XI. BEHIND SCENES 167 XII. CHRISTMAS AT SEVERNDALE 184 XIII. YULETIDE 202 XIV. AT SEVERNDALE 221 XV. IN SPRING TERM 239 XVI. A MIDNIGHT SENSATION 256 XVII. A SEND-OFF WITH FIREWORKS 274
CHAPTER I
THE BAROMETER FALLING
The September morning was warmer and more enervating than September mornings in Maryland usually are, though the month is generally conceded to be a trying one. Even at beautiful Severndale where, if at any point along the river, a refreshing breeze could almost always be counted upon, the air seemed heavy and lifeless, as though the intense heat of the summer had taken from it every particle of its revivifying qualities.
In the pretty breakfast room the long French windows, giving upon the broad piazza, stood wide open; the leaves upon the great beeches and maples which graced the extensive lawn beyond, hung limp and motionless; the sunlight even at that early hour beat scorchingly upon the dry grass, for there had been little rain during August and the vegetation had suffered severely; every growing thing was coated like a dusty miller. But within doors all looked most inviting. The room was scrupulous; its appointments indicated refined taste and constant care; the breakfast table, laid for two, was dainty and faultless in its appointments; our old friend, Jerome, moved about noiselessly, giving last lingering touches, lest any trifle be omitted which might add to the comfort and sense of harmony which seemed so much a part of his young mistress's life. As he straightened a fruit knife here, or set right a fold of the snowy breakfast cloth, he kept up a low-murmured monologue after the manner of his race. Very little escaped old Jerome's sharp eyes and keen ears, and within the past forty-eight hours they had found plenty to see or hear, for a guest had come to Severndale. Yes, a most unusual type of guest, too. As a rule Severndale's guests brought unalloyed pleasure to its young hostess and her servants, or to her sailor father if he happened to be enjoying one of his rare leaves, for Captain Stewart had been on sea-duty for many successive years, preferring it to land duty since his wife's death when Peggy, his only child, was but six years of age. Severndale had held only sad memories for him since that day, nearly ten years ago, in spite of the little girl growing up there, cared for by the old housekeeper and the servants, some of whom had been on the estate as long as Neil Stewart could remember.
But nine years had slipped away since Peggy's mother's death, and the little child had changed into a very lovely young girl, with whom the father was in reality just becoming acquainted. He had spent more time with her during the year just passed than he had ever spent in any one of the preceding nine years, and those weeks had held many startling revelations for him. When he left her to resume command of his ship, his mind was in a more or less chaotic state trying to grasp an entirely new order of things, for this time he was leaving behind him a young lady of fifteen who, so it seemed to the perplexed man, had jumped over at least five years as easily as an athlete springs across a hurdle, leaving the little girl upon the other side forever. When Neil Stewart awakened to this fact he was first dazed, and then overwhelmed by the sense of his obligations overlooked for so long, and, being possessed of a lively sense of duty,
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