The Meadow-Brook Girls by the Sea

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Title: The Meadow-Brook Girls by the Sea Or The Loss of The
Lonesome Bar
Author: Janet Aldridge
Release Date: November 18, 2005 [EBook #17099]
Language: English
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The Meadow-Brook Girls by the Sea
OR
The Loss of The Lonesome Bar

By
JANET ALDRIDGE
Author of the Meadow-Brook Girls Under Canvas, The Meadow-Brook
Girls Across Country, The Meadow-Brook Girls Afloat, The
Meadow-Brook Girls in The Hills, The Meadow-Brook Girls on The
Tennis Courts

THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
Akron, Ohio New York
Made in U.S.A.

Copyright MCMXIV
By THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY

CONTENTS
I. A DELIGHTFUL MYSTERY
II. WHAT CAME OF A COLD PLUNGE

III. HARRIET HAS A NARROW ESCAPE
IV. A QUESTION OF POLITICS
V. THE ROCKY ROAD TO WAU-WAU
VI. AT HOME BY THE SEA
VII. A SUDDEN STORM
VIII. A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN NIGHT
IX. A SURPRISE THAT PROVED A SHOCK
X. SUMMONED TO THE COUNCIL
XI. A REWARD WELL EARNED
XII. MYSTERY ON A SAND BAR
XIII. A STRANGE PROCEEDING
XIV. A VISITOR WHO WAS WELCOME
XV. TOMMY MAKES A DISCOVERY
XVI. TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
XVII. WHEN THEIR SHIP CAME IN
XVIII. FIREWORKS FROM THE MASTHEAD
XIX. SAILING THE BLUE WATER
XX. OUT OF SIGHT OF LAND
XXI. AN ANXIOUS OUTLOOK
XXII. IN THE GRIP OF MIGHTY SEAS

XXIII. WAGING A DESPERATE BATTLE
XXIV. CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I
A DELIGHTFUL MYSTERY
"I think we are ready to start, girls." Miss Elting folded the road map
that she had been studying and placed it in a pocket of her long dust
coat. There was a half-smile on her face, a merry twinkle in her eyes.
"Which way do I drive?" questioned Jane McCarthy.
"Straight ahead out of the village," answered Miss Elting, the guardian
of the party of young girls who were embarking on their summer's
vacation under somewhat unusual circumstances.
"It's the first time I ever started for a place without knowing what the
place was, or where I was going," declared Jane McCarthy, otherwise
known as "Crazy Jane."
"Won't you pleathe tell uth where we are going?" lisped Grace
Thompson.
Miss Elting shook her head, with decision.
"Do my father and mother know where we are going?" persisted Grace.
"Of course they know, Tommy. The parents of each of you know, and I
know, and so shall you after you reach your destination. Have you
everything in the car, Jane?"
"Everything but myself," nodded Jane. The latter's automobile, well
loaded with camping equipment, stood awaiting its passengers. The
latter were Miss Elting, Jane McCarthy, Harriet Burrell, Grace
Thompson, Hazel Holland and Margery Brown, the party being
otherwise known as "The Meadow-Brook Girls." "Get in, girls. We'll

shake the dust of Meadow-Brook from our tires before you can count
twenty," continued Jane. "If Crazy Jane were to drive through the town
slowly folks surely would think something startling had happened to
her. Is there anything you wish to do before we leave, Miss Elting?"
"Not that I think of at the moment, Jane."
"Oh, let's say good-bye to our folks," suggested Margery Brown.
"I have thaid good-bye," answered Grace with finality.
"We'll give them a farewell blast," chuckled Jane. With that she
climbed into the car, and, with a honk of the horn, drove down that
street and into the next, keeping the horn going almost continually. As
they passed the home of each girl the young women gave the yell of the
Meadow-Brook Girls:
"Rah, rah, rah, Rah, rah, rah! Meadow-Brook, Meadow-Brook, Sis,
boom, ah!"
It was shouted in chorus at their homes, and as the car passed the
homes of their friends as well. Hands were waved from windows, hats
were swung in the air by boy friends, while the older people smiled
indulgently and nodded to them as the rapidly moving motor car passed
through the village.
"I think the town knows all about it now. Suppose we make a start?"
suggested Miss Elting.
"We haven't therenaded the pothtmathter yet," Tommy reminded her.
"Nor the butcher, the baker and the candle-stick maker," answered
Harriet Burrell laughingly. "How long a drive have we, Miss Elting?"
"Four or five