Janice Day at Poketown by Helen Beecher Long

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JANICE DAY AT POKETOWN

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

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

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.

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