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Episode Date: October 25, 2023Billie Bradley at Three Towers Hall by Janet D. Wheeler audiobook. Genre: mystery Billie Bradley is back, and this time the bright, headstrong girl finds herself at the storied boarding school known ...as Three Towers Hall. Eager to prove she belongs among its traditions and tight knit social circles, Billie throws herself into classes, athletics, and the lively rhythm of dorm life. But the Hall is not as peaceful as its ivy covered walls suggest. Rivalries simmer, newcomers are tested, and a string of troubling incidents begins to shadow the school, from unsettling rumors to petty sabotage that threatens to grow into something far more serious. With her best friends close by and her instincts on high alert, Billie must navigate strict rules, prickly classmates, and the pressure to keep her reputation intact, all while trying to uncover who is stirring up trouble and why. As secrets ripple through corridors and loyalties are put to the test, Billie learns that courage at Three Towers Hall is not only about winning on the playing field, but also about standing up for what is right when it would be easier to stay silent. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:11:48) Chapter 02 (00:21:55) Chapter 03 (00:33:15) Chapter 04 (00:43:41) Chapter 05 (00:53:15) Chapter 06 (01:03:28) Chapter 07 (01:13:10) Chapter 08 (01:24:50) Chapter 09 (01:33:38) Chapter 10 (01:45:04) Chapter 11 (01:52:25) Chapter 12 (02:03:30) Chapter 13 (02:11:49) Chapter 14 (02:21:54) Chapter 15 (02:31:45) Chapter 16 (02:48:15) Chapter 17 (03:01:42) Chapter 18 (03:17:15) Chapter 19 (03:25:24) Chapter 20 (03:36:44) Chapter 21 (03:47:57) Chapter 22 (03:59:35) Chapter 23 (04:09:48) Chapter 24 (04:23:11) Chapter 25 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Billy Bradley at Three Towers Hall by Janet D. Wheeler.
Almost a fortune. Oh, Dad, I can't believe it's true. In the rather dim light of the gloomy old room,
the boys and girls look queer, almost ghostly. They were gathered about a shabby old trunk,
and beside this trunk a man was kneeling. As Billy Bradley spoke, the man, who was her father,
rose to his feet and thoughtfully brushed the dust from his clothes.
then he stood looking down at the hundreds and hundreds of postage stamps and old coins that filled the queer old trunk.
Is it really true, Dad? Billy continued, shaking her father's arm impatiently while the other young folks looked eagerly up at him.
Mr. Bradley nodded slowly.
Yes, you really have made a find this time, Billy, he said.
Of course, I'm not an expert, but I'm sure the coins in that old trunk are worth $3,000.
and the postage stamps ought to bring at least two thousand more. At least two thousand more,
broken Chet Bradley excitedly. Does that mean Billy may get more than the postage stamps?
I shouldn't wonder, replied Mr. Bradley, nodding his head. However, he added, smiling round
at the girls and boys, you better not count on anything over five thousand. But five thousand dollars
interrupted Laura Jordan in an awed voice. Just think of it, Billy.
and because your aunt Beatrice left you this house and everything in it.
Every last cent of that five thousand belongs to you.
Yes, said Teddy Jordan, turning to Billy with a chuckle.
I suppose you won't look at any of us now you've got this money.
How does it feel, Billy?
I don't know yet, stammered Billy, still staring at the wonderful trunk.
You'll just have to give me time to get used to it, that's all.
as those readers who have read the first book of this series entitled Billy Bradley and her inheritance
will probably have gathered the girls Billy Bradley, Laura Jordan, and Violet Farrington
and their boy relatives and chums, Chet Bradley, Ferd Stowe and Teddy Jordan, were still at the
old homestead at Cherry Corners, where so many weird and mysterious experiences had befallen them.
for the benefit of those who were meeting the girls and boys for the first time,
what had happened up to the time of this story will be sketched over briefly.
The young folks had grown up in North Bend, the town of perhaps 20,000 people,
and about 40 miles by rail from New York City.
The girls had seen the great metropolis several times,
though their visits had been all too short to satisfy their eager curiosity.
Billy Bradley was called the most popular girl in North Bend, and indeed after one had been with Billy five minutes, one would never again wonder where she got the title.
Whether it was her sparkling brown eyes with the imp of mischief always lurking in them, or her merry laugh that made everyone want to laugh with her, or the adventurous spirit that made her eager to embark on any kind of lark. It would be hard to tell. Perhaps her popularity arose from a combination of all of these.
But the fact remains that everybody loved her, and she had not an enemy, except perhaps
Amanda Peabody, but more of her later. Then there was Laura Jordan, Billy's best chum,
blue-eyed and golden-haired, who, despite the fact that her father was very wealthy and owned
the thriving jewelry factory in North Bend, was not the slightest bit spoiled or conceited.
She adored Billy, and although the two would sometimes enter into rather heated discussions,
It was usually Laura who gave in to Billy in the end.
The last of the trio, but decidedly not the least, was Violet Farrington,
who, tall and dark and less hasty and impetuous than the other two,
often found the doubtfully blessed office of peacemaker thrust upon her.
And though her slowness and tendency to hang back sometimes exasperated her chums,
they nevertheless were very fond of her and showed it.
Chetwood Bradley, known as Chet to his friends, was Billy's brother, and very proud of it.
He was a splendid, fine-looking, rather thoughtful boy whom everybody liked.
Verde Stowing was a comical, jolly all-around good fellow who, though he was not related to any of the
girls, had been drawn into the group through his friendship for the boys, Chet and Teddy.
And Teddy, Teddy, who is the handsomest and gayest of all the boys, had been Billy's friend
and playmate ever since they could remember.
Either of them would have felt lost without the friendship of the other.
Teddy was Laura's brother, and had starred in almost all the sports in which the lads of North Bend
had taken part, a fact which did not make Billy like him any less.
Just the summer before this story opens, Billy, going back with Violet and Laura to the grammar
school, from which they had just graduated, had in the moment of thoughtless skylarking,
broken a handsome and expensive statue that belonged to her English teacher, Miss Martha Beggs.
The accident was nothing short of a tragedy to Billy, for her father, Martin Bradley, a real estate,
an insurance agent in the North Bend, having most of his capital tied up in property and being
at the time engaged in fighting a rather losing fight with a high cost of living, was in no
position to pay a hundred dollars, which was what the statue was worth.
Billy's worry was deepened by the fact that she would not be able to go with Laura and Violet
to Three Towers Hall, a boarding school to which she had wanted to go all her life.
The high school in North Bend was notoriously poor and inefficient,
and the girls had set their hearts on attending Three Towers in the fall,
and now because of the broken statue, Billy could not go.
Then had come news of Beatrice Powerson's death.
beatrice powerson was an aunt of billy's mother for whom billy had been named then came the strange inheritance which the queer old lady who had spent her life travelling had left to billy the old homestead at cherry corners which dated back to revolutionary times and had been the scene of more than one indian attack
readers of the first book of this series will remember how the girls and boys had decided to spend their vacation there the many queer and spooky experiences that the many queer and spooky experiences that the series will remember how the girls and boys had decided to spend their vacation there
the many queer and spooky experiences they had had and finally the shabby old trunk which billy had found stowed away in a corner of the attic a shabby old trunk that contained riches at least so it now seemed to the boys and girls
five thousand dollars in the shape of old coins and postage stamps billy had sent the wonderful news post-haste to her family and mr bradley had hurried out to the old house to see if billy's discovery was really worth anything
and now he had just given the result of his investigation to six pairs of eyes.
To be exact, it had better be made seven, for Mrs. Maria Gilligan,
Mrs. Jordan's housekeeper and the girl chaperone on this expedition,
was looking on with interest from the doorway.
$5,000, perhaps more.
This almost certainly meant that not only could Billy go to Three Towers Hall,
but Chet would be able to go with the other boys to a military academy,
me which was only a little over a mile from three towers.
Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad you came.
Billy squeezed her father's arm ecstatically.
I'll say we are, said Ferd Stowing,
staring down at the queer little trunk
as though he already could see it full to the brim
with shiny new gold pieces from the mint,
instead of the old coins and rare postage stamps
that were its present contents.
How soon he asked, turning to Mr. Bradley,
will you be able to get real money for these?
probably almost as soon as we can get the trunk to North Bend, said Mr. Bradley,
the bank, but Billy would not let him finish.
Oh, Daddy, let's hurry, she cried.
Then as her chum stared at her and surprised,
she rushed over to the trunk and slammed the lid shut.
What are you waiting for, she cried, stamping her foot impatiently as she turned to face them.
If you want to stand around looking foolish, all right, but I'm going home.
Say, wait a minute, cried Teddy,
stopping her as she started from the room.
Perhaps your father,
I was going to suggest, said Mr. Bradley,
looking at his watch,
that we catch the eight o'clock train for North Bend.
Is that at all possible, Mrs. Gilligan?
He asked, turning apologetically to Mrs. Gilligan.
However, before Mrs. Gilligan could reply,
his daughter answered for her.
Of course it is, she cried.
We girls were beginning to pack anyway.
Come on, girls, what we need is action.
and without giving them a chance to protest, she fell upon the girls and dragged them from the room.
The boys looked after them with laughing eyes, and Mr. Bradley remarked with a smile,
My young daughter seems to be unusually happy about something.
No wonder, said Chet, shaking his head ruefully, I'd be happy, too, if anybody thought enough of me to give me $5,000.
The rest of that afternoon was one wild scramble for the girls and boys, but at the end they made their
train with as the train was late, a few minutes to spare.
The boy who had driven them and their luggage to town was the same who had taken the girls
in their chaperone to the old homestead at Cherry Corners upon their arrival over a month before,
as he turned away and went back to his antiquated wagon. He shook his head soberly.
Gosh, he said, I do be sorry to see him go. When they first came, it sure did turn my heart
cold to see three girls and a woman going into their haunted house. At night it was, too. But it seems they've
come out all right, after all. Guess they must have scared the ghosts away. Well, you sure got to hand it to him,
and he shook his head sagely as the springs of the old wagon creaked under him. Get up, Napoleon.
And a few minutes later, wagon and driver were enveloped in the gray mist of the evening.
If we only get the train, such had been Billy's thought.
throughout the drive to the station. Her mind was on getting home and turning the precious old coins
and postage stamps into real money. Then she could arrange about going to three towers hall,
and about sending her brother to Boxton Military Academy. Fortunately, the train was only ten minutes
late, and presently they were safely aboard and on the way to North Bend. Half an hour passed.
Boys and girls were chatting gaily, the others congratulating Billy over and over again on her good
fortune. Just like a page out of the Arabian nights, Teddy was saying when his words were cut
short most unexpectedly. There was a jar and a crash, a shock, and another crash, and then the
lights in the car went out, leaving the passengers in the dark. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of Billy Bradley
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Chapter 2. The Wreck
What followed was like a terrible nightmare. Shaken and jolted badly, but not seriously
hurt. It took the girls a horrible minute or two to realize
what had happened. There had been an accident, a terrible accident. Then hands went out in the blackness
and the girls called to each other in strangled whispers that could not be heard above the din and the uproar
outside. They heard Mr. Bradley shouting above the noise, asking if any one of them was hurt and
reassuring them. Gradually, they managed to grope their way to his side, guided by his voice,
and with an agony of relief in his heart, he gathered the three girls to him and heard the voices of Mrs. Gilligan and the boys at his elbow.
Let's get out of this, he cried, and began feeling his way cautiously towards what had been the front of the car.
He soon found the aisle blocked by what appeared to be the wreck of the forward end of the car, and was forced to turn back and feel his way toward the rear platform.
Fortunately, the train had not been crowded.
There had been only three or four passengers in that car besides themselves,
and so there was little danger of being trampled in the dark.
Fearfully, holding on to one another,
the girls followed Mr. Bradley and the boys,
stepping gingerly over the broken glass and other debris
and shivering with fear and excitement.
I wonder if anybody was hurt, Laura cried into Billy's ear.
Oh, I hope not, said Billy, her voice almost lost in the uproar.
I guess it must have been the forward cars that caught the worst of it.
We just escaped.
She shuddered and clasped Laura's hands more tightly.
It seemed ages before they finally reached the platform of the car.
However, even nightmares come to an end,
and they were suddenly startled by having a red light flashed in their faces.
and then a friendly Irish voice accosted them in unmistakable brogue.
So it's here you are, cried the voice, the speaker swinging the lantern high so as to get a good look at them.
And it's glad I am to be seeing you. Be there any more in the car with you.
I don't think so, replied Mr. Bradley, surprised to find that his voice was trembling,
and that the hand he raised to wipe his forehead shook like a leaf.
if it had been him alone who had been in danger.
But the young folks!
As they descended to the platform,
the girls looked about them with wide, frightened eyes,
while their hearts pounded suffocatingly.
The faces of the boys were white,
but they plunged themselves immediately
into the work of the rescue.
Men came running from the farms about.
All who could get lanterns had them,
and the lights were seen swinging down the roadside
or in ruined cars.
searching for anyone who might be pinned under the wreckage.
Most of the passengers had already been accounted for,
but there were one or two who must still be found.
Mr. Bradley picked his way through the debris to the front of the train,
while Mrs. Gilligan and the girls followed him slowly.
I wonder how it happened, said Violet,
and it was the first time she had spoken since the accident.
Oh, girls, I'm frightened to death.
I wonder if anybody was hurt.
said Laura, her eyes dark with excitement.
I don't think so, Billy answered.
The damage seems to be mostly at the front of the train.
We may have run into another train.
Oh, look! she cried suddenly, pointing with trembling finger to the wreck of the car in front of them.
Fire, girls! The car's on fire!
With horrified eyes, the girls followed her pointing finger and saw a malignant tongue of flame shootout.
Then another, and another!
It's the baggage car!
Screamed Laura, as men, attracted by the blaze,
came running from all directions.
Billy, your trunk!
My trunk! My trunk! My trunk!
Whaled Billy distractedly, oh, it will be burnt up.
All my money and everything!
Say, Chet! Look! The baggage car's on fire!
It was Teddy's voice.
and Billy looked up to see him beside her staring unbelievably at the burning car.
Oh, Teddy, she cried, clutching his arm desperately.
My trunk's burning up. Can't you do something? Can't you?
Teddy gave a low whistle and kept on staring while Chet and Ferd came rushing up and joined him.
The trunk! Chet began, but Teddy clutched his arm excitedly.
Look, he said.
It's the front end of the car that's on fire.
If we climb through the side door, we'd have a chance to...
He never finished the sentence,
for the boys had caught the idea and were racing headlong for the burning car.
Mr. Bradley, meeting them halfway, literally had to drag them back.
Don't be idiots, he shouted to them.
Do you want to get burned up?
Let's go, Dad!
gasped Chet, struggling to free himself.
Billy's drunk!
Billy's trunk will have to take its chance, Mr. Bradley yelled back at him.
Then he added in a changed voice that made the boy stop struggling for a moment and follow the direction of his gaze.
Here come the fire engines. Maybe we'll save that trunk after all.
With a yell, the boys dashed off down the platform to meet the engines.
Whether with a vague idea of helping the horse's pull or just on general principles, no one will ever know.
The fire department was a country one, and there was not enough force of water.
In fact, there seemed not to be enough of anything.
They did at last succeed in putting out the fire, however, while the girl stood by in agony of suspense.
And finally, some of the train hands were allowed to climb into the sodden train
and find what luggage, if any, could be saved.
wildly hoping that their own particular little trunk with its precious contents would be among the saved,
the girls and the boys would have followed, but a guard politely but firmly held them back.
Claim your baggage at the next town, please, he said,
and his hard heart softened by perhaps the sight of Billy's anxious face, added by way of an explanation,
All the baggage will be sent to the next town to be claimed in the morning.
In the morning? gasped Villy in consternation. Have we got to wait all night?
There won't be another train till tomorrow, the guard explained still patiently,
and it will save confusion to wait until morning to identify the baggage.
How far is it to the next town? inquired Mr. Bradley,
and the guard turned to him with an air of relief that said,
as plainly as words,
Thank heaven, here's a man to talk to.
Three miles, sir, he said.
I reckon you'll have to walk it,
as they haven't taxi service around here.
He grinned, but Mr. Bradley's face was sober.
He was wondering how he was going to get his charges to the next town.
However, even while he was wondering,
the difficulty was being solved for him
by some of the good-natured farmers
who generously put their wagons at the disposal of the survivors
of the wreck. When they reached the village, Fate chose at last to smile upon them, a very little,
they found a comfortable little cottage presided over by a comfortable little farmer's wife,
who first gave them supper, and then led them to the best rooms in her house and tucked the
girls in bed as if she had been their own mother. Mrs. Jenkins, the farmer's wife, was as pretty
and comely as a shining red apple, and just as neat.
She said that her husband had gone to a neighboring town to sell some of their stock and would not be back for a week or two.
She was so lonely that her guests were as welcome to her as she and her hospitality were welcome to them.
Yet, in spite of comfortable beds and snowy sheets, the girl slept little.
All night long, they tossed and turned, and when occasionally worn out,
they would drop into an uncomfortable dose, they would always wake up with a start,
and a frightened cry. Visions of crushed cars with flames shooting from the windows,
tormented them all night until at last, when it seemed they could stand it no longer.
They opened their eyes upon the dawn.
Oh, girls, it's morning, cried Billy, jumping out of the bed and beginning to drag her clothes on hastily.
What are you going to do? asked Violet, opening one sleepy eye.
I do, cried Billy, turning upon her like a little whirlwind. What do you suppose I'm going to do? I'm going to find that trunk.
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at the Three Towers Hall by Janet D. Wheeler.
Recovered Treasure.
To her great surprise, Billy found that not only her father, but the boys were up and had for
the past half hour been busily engaged in eating a breakfast prepared for them by the rosy
and good-natured farmer's wife.
They greeted the unexpected apparition of Billy with enthusiasm, and their impromptu hostess
turned cheerfully back to the frying pan to fry another egg for the new arrival.
"'I bet I know why you got up,' said Ferd, his mouthful of biscuit and jam.
"'Come on over, Billy, and after you've daintily pecked at some food, we're all going to look for your trunk.'
"'But I'm not hungry,' protested Billy, as Teddy dragged up a chair to the table for her.
"'Don't you think we'd better get started right away?'
"'Not before you've had some breakfast,' said her father.
"'And so she hurriedly ate. It might be said gobbled, if it were not so unladylike.
the breakfast that Mrs. Jenkins placed before her.
If it had not been for the real cause of her excitement,
the boys might have found amusing her effort to gulp down her whole breakfast
in the time one usually takes to drink a cup of coffee.
As it was, they sympathized,
and once when she choked and became painfully red in the face,
Ferd gravely handed her a glass of water,
and Teddy gallantly offered to pat her on the back.
When, contrary to everybody,
these expectations. The meal came to an end without any further mishap. Billy crumpled her napkin into a
ball and threw it on the table. I won't eat another bite for anybody, she said, adding as she started
for the hall, I'll put on my hat and be right with you. In the bedroom, she found that Laura and Violet
had turned over for a nap, and she stood for half a minute looking down at them reflectively and a little
scornfully. Go ahead, sleep, she said under her breath. It isn't your $5,000. This was hardly fair,
seeing that the $5,000 meant almost as much to Laura and Violet as to Billy herself in the happiness
it would bring. With one last disgusted look, she fled from the room and joined the boys in
Mr. Bradley in the hall. Mrs. Jenkins had directed them to the station, and, anxious to waste no
further time, they set off at once. Daddy, do you suppose we'll find it? asked Billy, her breath
coming fast. There were a good many trunks destroyed in the baggage car, weren't there.
It was hard to tell the extent of the damage, said Mr. Bradley, anxious to reassure her, yet afraid
to raise her hopes too high. However, he said quickening his step a little, there's a station
right before us, so we ought to find out before long. Early as they were,
There was already a line of people on the rickety station platform, and Billy was seized with a fresh spasm of dismay.
Goodness! They couldn't possibly have saved trunks enough to go around, she cried, and Teddy, though he was feeling very anxious himself, laughed at her.
There were two baggage cars, both loaded, you know, he reminded her, and one of them wasn't touched by the fire.
We'll hope yours was in that one.
Oh, Teddy, you're such a comfort, she cried.
and squeezed his arm gratefully, at which Teddy flushed happily.
Have we got to stand in line?
Billy whispered nervously to her father a minute later.
I know I can't stand still and behave myself, Daddy.
Couldn't we go up and have a look around?
That wouldn't do any good, said her father, glancing at the piled-up baggage.
It would only make more confusion.
And still, he thought for a moment, and then suddenly he strode off down this station
and toward the guard who had been friendly the night before.
Billy could hear nothing, but she saw enough to make her heartbeat faster.
Mr. Bradley whispered a few words to the man who was at first inclined to be impatient,
and made a quick gesture as if to wave Mr. Bradley back to his place in line.
However, Billy could see that whatever her father was saying was making an impression,
for suddenly the guard straightened up and began to look interested.
I wonder what dad's handing him, said Chet slangly in her ear.
Look, cried Billy, clutching his arm.
They're going to look for something, probably our trunk.
No, they're not.
Look how excited he is.
And Daddy, too.
Oh, Chet, what in the world?
The last words were a whale.
And Chet squeezed her hand warningly.
Come on, let's find out, he said.
It looks as if something was up.
The four young people came within eared shot just in time to hear the last part of Mr. Bradley's sentence.
If it were only a few minutes ago, he hasn't had time to get far, her father was saying with a grim light in his eyes.
Billy could stand the suspense no longer.
She rushed forward, grasping her father's arm.
The earnest conversation between the guard and Mr. Bradley and their evident excitement had already attracted the attention of the line of people.
and now they watched Billy curiously.
Daddy, what do you mean?
Billy cried, in a voice tense with excitement.
Is the trunk safe? Have you found it?
Yes, but only to lose it again, said her father, and then went on hurriedly to explain.
The guard says he saw a trunk here only a little while ago that answers our description,
but now it's gone.
He remembers seeing a suspicious-looking man hanging around, and it's barely possible that the man may have
stolen it. He also remembers seeing this fellow drive off in a Ford car just a few minutes ago.
Uh-oh, cried Billy incredulously. The trunk has been stolen. Then she whirled around and faced the guard.
Are you sure it was our trunk? Could you describe it? Yes, the guard answered, excited himself by this time.
I took special notice of it because it was so odd and shabby. That trunk was worth $5,000, wailed Billy,
thereby causing another ripple of surprise among the onlookers.
Then she turned pleadingly to her father.
Daddy, we must find the trunk.
We must, she cried.
Just think what it means.
She was on the verge of tears,
and her father came suddenly to a decision.
He turned quickly to the guard.
Is it possible to get a machine around here?
A fast one?
He asked.
I don't know.
But here's the man who keeps the livery stable.
suddenly a well-dressed man, who had been watching the proceedings with lively interests,
stepped forward and addressed Mr. Bradley courteously.
"'I have my car here,' he said, adding with a smile of pride,
"'and she's guaranteed to overtake anything that runs on four wheels.
"'She's at your disposal, if you can run her.
"'My man went on an errand.'
"'That's kind of you, sir,' cried Mr. Bradley heartily.
"'If you will show me, I'll say so,' said the stranger boyishly,
and led the way around the station to a car, which, even in this minute of excitement, the boy's eye delightedly.
I'll drive, announced Teddy, and before anyone could have interfered if they wanted to, he had jumped into the driver's seat and thrown in the clutch.
Teddy was young, but he knew all about cars. Mr. Bradley took the seat beside him, and the two boys and Billy scrambled into the tonneau.
Mr. Bradley motioned to the owner of the car.
Will you come? he asked, but the man shook his head.
No, thanks, he answered. I'd rather stay here and watch for some other missing baggage.
Good luck! And he waved to them as the big car glided forward under Teddy's touch and shot around a turn in the road.
The wind roared in Billy's ears and whipped little strands of hair across her eyes,
but she pushed them back impatiently and fixed her eyes upon the flying ribbon of road ahead.
Faster, Teddy, faster, she kept urging, until even then.
that young scatterbrain began to wonder at her.
Can't be done, Billy, he yelled back finally.
We're going about 60 now, and if we meet anything on the road, we'll have a smash-up.
Be careful, Teddy, cautioned Mr. Bradley.
We don't want an accident.
Oh, but we've got to catch that thief, wailed Billy,
hoping each time they rounded a bed in the road to see their quarry just ahead.
He may have gotten too much of a start.
Don't worry, Teddy shouted back.
No start will help a flivorfer.
against her car like this, say, but she's a beauty, just listen to that engine. But Billy was in
no mood to listen to anything, except the jingle of queer old corns in a shabby trunk. Then suddenly
there came a yell from Teddy and an exclamation from Mr. Radley. There he is, cried Teddy,
leaning down over the wheel, as though he would force even more speed out of the flying car.
See him, Billy? Didn't I tell you a fliver didn't have a chance?
Even as Teddy spoke, the man in the machine ahead of them looked back. Then abruptly, and to the
great surprise of Billy and the boys, he stopped his car and began groping wildly in the bottom of it for
something. Then, while every second brought them near, the man did an astonishing thing.
He lifted a small object, which Billy excitedly recognizes the trunk, and with an effort
succeeded in getting it over the side of the car. Then he dropped it in the road and turned for
a swift moment to look at his pursuers before the car started again. It was only a moment,
but those in the car behind were near enough to get a good look at his face. It was a repulsive face,
topped with a mass of vivid red hair. But what the boys and Billy most noticed was his unusually
wide, loose-lipped mouth. So busy was Teddy in looking at the thief that, if it had not been for
Billy, he surely would have run over the precious trunk in the road. She stood up waving her arms
excitedly. Teddy, look out! If you run over my trunk, and Teddy swerve so suddenly that she was
nearly thrown from the car. However, Chek caught her and put her safely back in the seat,
and in another minute Teddy had brought the big car to a sliding standstill. They tumble to the
roadside, and Billy, rushing over to the trunk, sank to her knees regardless of the three inches
of dust in the road, and encircled the shabby old thing in her arms. And Teddy, watch her
her, said with a grin,
Gosh, who wouldn't be a trunk?
End of Chapter 3.
Read by Kemi Odomosu, Pittsburgh, PA, October 2022.
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By Janet D. Wheeler
The Codfish
A few minutes later
A very exultant crowd of young folks
were starting back over the road
They had just traveled so fast
In the bottom of the tonneau
Billy and the two boys were using it as a footrest
Was safely stowed the shabby
But oh so precious old trunk
And on Billy's face was a smile
That wouldn't come off
or at least that is what Ferd called it.
Teddy was the only member of the party
who was not fully satisfied with the expedition.
We should have followed and caught the thief,
he was saying, for the 11th time.
Billy had counted them.
It would have been like taking candy from a kid
to have caught up with his old fliver,
and then we could have landed him in jail where he belongs.
But we wouldn't have time, Teddy, Billy reminded him.
You know the train guards said there will be a train
through about 11 o'clock, and we can't miss it. Besides, and she shifted her feet happily
on her $5,000 footstool. What do we care about that old man, now that we've got the trunk?
Isn't that just like a girl, cried Teddy, almost running them into a ditch in its indignation?
I suppose you would be willing to let all the thieves in the world go free, if you could only get
back what they stole. I certainly would, if we had a train to catch, agreed Billy.
And Ferd chuckled.
Good for you, Billy, he cried approvingly.
Stick to your guns.
I don't see any use of falling up that old chap,
now that we've got the goods.
He wasn't very handsome, was he? asked Billy,
remembering that one glimpse she had had of him.
Maybe that's why you didn't want to follow him, chuckled Ferd.
And Teddy scound blackly at the windshield.
But wasn't he ugly?
Billy persisted.
I don't think I ever saw such bad.
hair and his mouth, ugh, she paused reflectively.
Yes, it looked just like the mouth of a codfish, said Chet.
The poor fish remarked for jocularly, but it said to their credit that no one laughed at this
feeble attempt at a joke. They only stared. As the car swept into the village again,
Billy had a sudden and rather conscious-stricken memory of her chums. For the first time in her
life, she had forgotten them completely, but then one doesn't lose $5,000 and recover it every
day. As the car stopped at the station, it was surrounded by an eager crowd of people,
among whom was the owner of the car, but for his generosity, they would never have been able to
recover the trunk. Did you get it? Did you bring back the thief? Say, you must have done some
speeding. These and other like remarks greeted the adventurers as they climbed from the car,
and under cover of the confusion, Billy made her escape. Teddy, looking around for her a moment later,
missed her and started in pursuit. You're always running away, he protested plaintively,
when he overtook her just a little way from the cottage, the owner of which had shown them
such generous hospitality. Billy wrinkled up her nose and surprised.
"'running away?' she repeated wonderingly.
"'Why, Teddy, sometimes I almost think you're foolish.'
"'That's what mother says, only she's sure of it,' said Teddy,
"'with a wry little grimace that made Billy laugh.
"'Well, she ought to know better than I,' she said demurely.
"'She's known you longer.'
"'Not very much,' Teddy retorted, opening the gate of the little picket fence for her.
"'And anyway, you have a little picket fence for her.
And, anyway, you haven't answered my question.
What did you run away for?
I didn't run away.
I escaped, she explained, making a face at the memory of the crowd.
I wonder what makes people so curious.
I do believe all a person would have to do to collect a crowd
would be to stand on the soapbox and say,
Isn't this beautiful weather?
You bet, especially if that person were you, said Teddy,
and Billy looked at him reproachfully.
As the two enter the hall, they met the girls just coming downstairs.
They all went to the kitchen where they found Mrs. Jenkins just finishing a batch of golden-brown crullers.
She greeted the girls with a booming smile and insisted that Laura and Violet sit down
while she got them some breakfast.
Why, you must be nearly starved, she said.
The girls protested that they were making her too much trouble,
but she gave them a cruller to stop their mouths.
she said, and then sat cheerily to work to fry some more bacon and eggs, putting in a word now and
in and listening with a smile to the girls' very chatter. You mustn't scold me when you're
hungry, Billy said, and the gladness in her voice made the girls look at her eagerly.
No, I'm not going to tell you a word, she said firmly, as they started to ply her with questions.
Not till you've had some breakfast anyway. Eat, pretty creatures, eat. Billy,
looked up at pretty Mrs. Jenkins, and invitingly patted the empty chair beside her.
Sit down here, please, she coaxed. I want you to hear this, too.
Now tell us, Laura commanded impatiently, why did you leave us asleep and go out?
And, oh, Billy, have you found your trunk?
So Billy told the story while the girls listened, open-eyed and open-mouthed,
completely forgetting their breakfast, which lay untouched before them.
Mrs. Jenkins seemed almost as excited as they did, and leaned over the table, one hand clutching the
bread-knife, while her rosy face fairly beamed. Here was adventure such as rarely came to the village.
Billy had just come to the part where the thief dropped the trunk in the road,
when Mr. Bradley and the two other boys burst in upon them, with the news that the train was due in
about fifteen minutes. Laura and Violet left their almost untouched breakfast, mumbled an excuse to
Mrs. Jenkins, and rushed with Billy up to the bedroom they had occupied the night before,
to gather up their things and put on their hats and coats.
"'Lora, you have my comb,' said Violet, accusingly, as Laura was stuffing that article hastily
into her handbag.
"'Well, take your old comb,' replied Laura, throwing it over to her.
"'It isn't as good as mine, anyway. It has a tooth out.'
"'Somebody will have more than one tooth out if she doesn't hurry,' threatened Billy.
girls we must un-lose that train listen there's the whistle thereupon the girls forgot to quarrel and combine forces for a rush to the train they rushed down the stairs falling over their suitcases in each other and found mrs jenkins waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs
mr bradley had insisted upon paying her for her hospitality but she had stubbornly refused to take a cent no sir she had said shaking her head to sight
"'Do you think I'm going to let you pay me for having a good time?'
"'I love the girls and boys, bless them, and I hate to see him go.
"'Pay me? Well, I guess not.'
So Mr. Bradley had shaken her hand and thanked her heartily, which was the best that he could do.
And now the girls even risk missing the train to give her the only kind of pay she wanted.
Billy dropped her bag and impulsively threw her arms about the comely woman.
You've just been sweet to us, she said, and we'll never, never, never forget how kind you've been.
I... I'd like to kiss you, if you don't mind.
Shiley, she kissed Mrs. Jenkins's rosy cheek, and Violet and Laura followed suit.
The boys and Mr. Bradley shook hands with her heartily, and then they picked up their belongings
and fairly ran down the steps and out,
at the little white gate.
They turned to wave to Mrs. Jenkins,
and she waved back at them
until they disappeared around the corner,
and when she started to go into the house,
she was surprised to find that there were tears in her eyes.
The precious lambs, she said,
the precious little lambs!
They kissed me, too, bless them,
and she put her hand up gently to her face.
Meanwhile, the train that was to carry
the North Bend party back home
had thundered into the station and all the passengers who had been stranded in the place overnight
were crowding on board. As Billy was being hurried up the steps, she suddenly paused and looked back at
her father. "'Where's the trunk?' she asked nervously. "'In the baggage car,' Mr. Bradley assured her.
"'We'll give it safely to North Bend, unless we have another wreck.'
As soon as he had made the speech, he regretted it. Billy's face went white.
and Laura and Violet looked back at him with startled eyes,
then went on more slowly into the car.
The luggage had been stowed away in the racks overhead,
and the girls were removing their hats
when the train moved slowly from the station.
You know, I'm terribly afraid,
Violet confided in a whisper to Billy.
I... I won't feel safe for a minute until we reach North Bend.
Billy looked a little uncertain herself,
but suddenly there floated across her vision
in a shabby, odd little trunk,
filled to the brim with old coins and postage stance.
Then she laughed.
After this morning, she said,
I'm not afraid of anything.
The luck's all on our side.
End of Chapter 4.
Read by Nancy Cockengirgin,
Gilbert, Arizona, October 12, 2002.
Chapter 5 of Billy Bradley at Three Towers Hall.
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Amanda's Surprise
Billy was right about their luck,
for they reached home without further mishap.
And it was with great relief,
the boys and girls later saw the precious trunk safely deposited in Billy's attic.
The next few days were mostly spent in telling wondering and interested home folks
about the ghostly happenings at the old homestead that was Billy's inheritance
and in recounting in detail the circumstances that led to the discovery of the treasure trunk.
And then one night Mr. Bradley came home with the wonderful news
that he had sold most of the contents of the old trunk
and had realized $4,350 and every cent for Billy.
Did you sell them all, Dad? Billy inquired. Her eye is shining.
No, I kept out a few coins and stamps that were especially rare, and I'll take them to another dealer.
I think, and he looked at Billy thoughtfully. They ought to bring in quite a little pile more.
Oh, Daddy, it's like a fairy tale, Billy cried, and then added, edging around to where her father stood and looking up at him appealingly.
You and Mother haven't really said it, Dad, but Chet and I will be able to go to board.
boarding school, won't be?
I should think so, on $4,000, her father answered dryly, and so Billy's cup of happiness was
filled to the brim. But Billy, young as she was, was beginning to learn that no matter how
perfect a thing seems, there is almost sure to be a fly in the ointz somewhere, and it was not
long before she discovered the fly in the present case. It was one beautiful, bright day,
the kind that only early autumn knows, and the chumps were walking down the main street of North Bend,
eagerly discussing plans and talking of the fun they would have at Three Towers Hall.
When suddenly Billy espied Miss Beggs, the English teacher whose statue she had broken,
coming out of a drug store, with a great wave of happiness that now she could pay for the statue,
or at least replaced that one she had broken,
she hurried forward and spoke to the English teacher as she was about to enter another store,
Why, how do you do? cried the latter, evidently surprised and very much pleased at the meeting.
I didn't know you were back yet. We left Cherry Corners on Monday, Billy replied,
then added eagerly as Laura and Violet came marrying up. I'd like to tell you what happened
us there. That is, if you have time enough. Indeed I have, replied Miss Beggs heartily,
and after she had greeted the other girls, they all walked down the street together.
while Billy launched into the wonderful tale of her good fortune.
Over four thousand dollars, cried the teacher when Billy stopped for lack of breath.
Why, Billy, isn't that marvelous? It sounds like a story. What, she added, smiting down into the eager face,
do you intend to do with all that wealth? By a statue for you, first of all, said Billy promptly,
and Miss Beggs flushed. I had forgotten all about that,
statue, she said. I told you it had already been broken anyway. I know you did. But since you had
mended it so it looked all right, it was almost as good as new, wasn't it? You mustn't say,
no, she added quickly, as she saw Miss Beggs was about to interrupt, for it won't do the
slightest bit of good. I'm not going to buy anything for myself till I replaced that statue.
Miss Beggs gave a little helpless shrug in the shoulders. I can see that nobody's
has a chance to change your mind, Billy Bradley. When it's once made up, she said with a smile.
Then added, as the girl's turn toward home, I know what I shall name my new statue. Her name shall be
Billy. She's lovely, isn't she? asked Violet, referring to Miss Banks. I wish she was going to be
one of the instructors at Three Towers. I hope they're nice, for it's awful to live with people who aren't,
sighed Laura. Well, we won't know very much.
about them till we get there. And then it may be too late, put in Violet dolefully.
But Daddy says, Billy went on, that Miss Walters, the head of the school, is just splendid.
Well, that ought to help some, said Laura, adding, with a quick change of tone that made
the girls look up suddenly, there's Amanda Peabody. Can't we hide or something?
I don't see where, and, besides, she won't bite you, said Billy.
Amanda Peabody was probably the most unpopular girl in North Bend.
The girls disliked her, as real girls always dislike a sneak and tattletail.
Amanda was always spying around, minding everybody's business but her own, and making a general nuisance of herself.
And because Billy was so popular, Amanda seemed to have an especial grudge against her and was always trying to get her into trouble.
As Amanda came toward them on this beautiful afternoon, she seemed more unpleasant than usual,
and there was a mean little smile at the corners of her thin-lived mouth.
Hello, she accosted the girls, then turned to Billy with a more pronounced grin.
I've heard all about the money you found in that awful old house.
You must feel like a regular Captain Kidd, don't you?
Since I never was sure how Captain Kidd felt, I don't know, said Billy coolly.
although she could feel the blood slowly mounting into her face.
Oh, if she could only do what she wanted to,
Amanda Peabody wouldn't be smiling very long.
The girls made as if to go on,
but with characteristic ill-breeding,
Amanda planted herself directly in front of Billy,
still with that maddening grin on her face.
I suppose now you'll be going to Three Towers Hall
and your brother Tobxton Academy.
Billy did not see anything.
she just looked but that look must have been enough for suddenly with a flirt of her dress and a toss of her head and an insolent look amanda flung past them just the same you needn't think you're the only pebble on the beach she called back i'm going to three towers too
for a minute the chums could not believe their ears then they looked at each other with horror written on their faces did you hear what i heard gasped billy when you heard
she could find her voice.
Yes, I heard, said Laura faintly.
Girls, do you think she could have been telling the truth?
I don't see why she should want to fib about it, said by, feeling rather bewildered.
She'd know we would find it out.
Oh, but it's too awful, burst out Billy suddenly.
Why, girls has happened to spoil our whole year.
Just think of having that sneak around prying into all our affairs
and reporting every little thing we do.
I guess the only way out of that
is not to do anything she can report,
said Violet ruefully,
and Laura caught her up quickly.
There you go taking all the fun out of it
before we start, she said.
And, in spite of their consternation,
the girls had to laugh.
Why, you actually sound as if you intended
to break the rules, said Billy,
droly adding,
with a prim little pucker of
her mouth.
Laura, I'm surprised at you.
Listen to the good little girl talking,
jibed Laura.
I never knew you to get into any mischief, Billy.
Oh, no.
Well, I won't quarrel with you about it, said Billy,
calmly adding with a little chuckle.
If we try to have any midnight feast at three towers
with sweet Amanda wandering round loose,
we will have to appoint a guard to stand outside the door and warn us.
I suppose that will be my job, said,
violet plaintively.
It will be lots of fun standing out in a drafty hall looking for Amanda while you girls are having a feast.
No, we'll fix it so it will be perfectly fair, said Billy soothingly.
We'll draw lots or something.
But I don't know what good a guard would do anyway, said Laura dolefully.
There's something creepy about the way Amanda finds out things.
You think she smiles away, and the next day she tells you more about what you did than you know yourself.
maybe she has an accomplice said billy dramatically and the girls giggled anybody think amanda was a criminal or something said laura but billy shook her head decidedly
ah she said i might like a good honest criminal but i'll be jiggered excuse me ladies if i can like amanda peabody she's too sly
End of Chapter 5. Read by Nancy Cochran Gerkin, Gilbert, Arizona, October 12, 2022.
Chapter 6 of Billy Bradley at Three Towers Hall.
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off for Three Towers Hall
It was just two weeks to the time when the girls were to leave for Three Towers Hall
It seemed to them that would never get done all the things that they had to do
And they sowed and packed and planned
Until it seemed they must stop because of sheer exhaustion
However, their parents sent them to bed early
And not without difficulty was this feat accomplished
On the night before the great day
and the morning found them refreshed and wildly eager for this new adventure.
As, in her own little room,
Billy regarded her flushed reflection in the mirror,
it seemed impossible to make herself realize
that she was really going to Three Towers Hall at last,
Three Towers, which had been the height of her ambition,
from the time she had entered the grammar school.
She was beginning to feel quite grown up,
which was perhaps the reason she regarded her new and very pretty brown hat,
with a critical eye and smoothed down her new and very pretty brown dress with hands that trembled
with excitement. Well, I think I'm already now, she said at last, and gave a little half-frightened glance
around the familiar room. She wondered how it would seem to sleep in a strange place with no mother
or father nearby. Then she shook herself impatiently and picked up her bag, for was she not grown up now?
However, she did not feel very grown-up when, a moment later, she met her mother in the hall and saw traces of tears on her face.
Her mother had no new scenes to go to, and the departure of her two noisy children would leave the house strangely quiet and subdued.
Billy flung herself upon her mother and hugged her tight.
"'Mumsy, you've been crying,' she said to her accusingly, and you know you mustn't.
then, to her great surprise, she felt a peculiar lump in her own throat, and two tears forced themselves to arise.
She had never dreamt of crying, and for the first time she realized that leaving one's mother,
even for three towers, was not easy, after all.
But it was Mrs. Bradley who came to the rescue and prevented a breakdown by asking,
"'Isn't that Laura coming down the street? And the boy with her must be Teddy?'
with a quick movement billy brushed her hand across her eyes kissed her mother hard and straightened her new brown hat you're coming to the station mother she asked and mrs bradley nodded
after that chet came in wrestled with the same troublesome lump in his throat told his mother not to worry mumsy he'd write every day and she mustn't forget to write for he was going to miss her awfully and then mr bradley joined that
and they all started for the station.
Mr. and Mrs. Jordan were with Teddy and Laura.
Teddy said that Ferd was on his way,
but had told them not to wait for him,
he'd catch up to them later.
A little farther on,
they picked up Violet and Mr. and Mrs. Farrington,
and after that, there was no more time to think of being homesick.
There was something in the sunshine,
the crisp air,
the brilliant changing colors of the leaves on the trees,
that went to Billy's head,
and made her feel as though she were walking on air.
Do you suppose Ferd will catch up to us?
She asked of Teddy.
Teddy was looking unusually handsome this morning.
At least so Billy thought,
and she was surprised to find that he was walking beside her.
It would be awful if he made us miss the train.
You don't think we'd wait for him, do you?
asked Teddy scornfully.
If Ferd's late, he'll be the only one to miss the train.
Both Teddy and Billy had always agreed that.
if you talk of an angel, he or she was sure to turn up, and in this case their faith was justified.
For just as they reached the station platform, a figure that looked very familiar turned the corner and came rushing down toward them, as they've bent on running a marathon.
There's furred, and here's a train, announced Teddy, as a shrill whistle made them jump and look eagerly down the track.
Not much time to waste at that.
The young folks were so taken up in the leave-taking
that they failed to notice two girls who got on the train just after them.
Even if they had not been able to see the faces of these newcomers,
an overheard sentence or two would have given them the clue to their identity.
Isn't it just like them, the stuck-up things?
One of the girls said to the other,
to bring all their relations to see them off?
Never mind, said the other with a malicious grin.
I guess I gave them rather.
a joke the other day when I told them I was going to Three Towers too. I guess they thought they
owned the place and ought to have it all to themselves. However, the boys and girls were perfectly
unaware of this conversation concerning themselves, although it probably would not have bothered
them very greatly if they had heard it. They were still leaning out the window, calling to those
left on the platform and answering injunctions not to get killed from their mothers and to
please be careful and not get into any more scrapes than they could help from their fathers when the guard shouted a warning and the train started off they waved until the station and the people on it were out of sight then settled back in their seats to view the prospector chet said
for a moment they all felt a little lost and queer though nothing in the world could have made them confess to the feeling but the little wave of homesickness soon passed off swallowed up by the vision
of the amazing adventure ahead of them.
Before the little party had stowed away their baggage and taken off their wraps,
several boys and girls they had known at school came over to greet them and talk things over,
and Billy, leaning over to rescue a box of chocolates that had fallen at her feet,
suddenly looked up and right into the beaming face of Nellie Bain.
Nellie was a friend of the chumps who had rather expected to go to Three Towers Hall with them at first,
but Mr. and Mrs. Bain had suddenly decided to go to Europe and take Nellie with them,
which had rather upset Nellie's plans. And now, here she was on the train with them.
Why, Nellie, Billy cried, almost dropping the chocolates again in her surprise and delight.
How did you get here? Through the window, mocked Nellie, and dropped into a vacant seat beside Laura.
But, stammered the latter, her eyes round and wide with wonder,
the last we heard of you, you were going to England.
Yes, but an aunt of Daddies died,
and he decided we'd better postpone the voyage until next summer.
Are you glad or sorry? demanded Billy breathlessly.
Glad, said Nellie, without a moment's hesitation.
I want to go to Europe, of course,
but I can go there any old time,
and I was simply wild to go to three towers with you girls.
You'll never know how jealous I was,
she ended with a sigh.
"'Isn't it funny?'
"'Marvelled Violet.
"'And here we were in being you!'
They laughed, and thereupon entered into a spirited conversation,
that lasted until Ferd interrupted to inquire what they were keeping a chocolate
to themselves for.
Anyway, did they think they had a corner on the chocolate market?
To this, Billy answered by holding out the whole box,
showing that they had been too busy talking even to open it.
This interruption led to others, however, and they found that nearly the whole car was occupied by girls and boys from North Bend,
who were going to Three Towers or the Boxton Military Academy. At last, worried with excitement in visiting,
Billy sank into her own seat. A moment later, Teddy came and sat down beside her.
"'I see we have your friend with us,' he said, handing over the candy box.
"'My friend?' repeated Billy, bewildered.
"'Amanda Peabody,' he explained.
"'She is sitting with another girl who looks as if she might be a second edition of Amanda.
"'There, away at the end of the car, you surely missed a lot by not seeing them.'
"'Another girl,' Billy repeated, looking worried.
"'Then there are two of them.'
"'Yes, but don't let it hurt your appetite.
"'Have some more candy.'
"'Do you know her name, the other one?'
asked Billy, ignoring the offered candy box.
No, I didn't stop long enough to inquire.
In fact, he chuckled and bit into a chocolate.
I gave them one look and beat it.
Billy dimpled, but the next moment her face was grave again.
That's all right for you, she said,
but what would you do if you couldn't beat it?
It was Teddy's turn to be puzzled.
What do you mean, he asked.
Only, said Billy, speaking very,
slowly and distinctly, that Amanda, and most likely that other girl, whoever she is,
are both going to Three Towers Hall with us. Teddy emitted a long whistle and looked sympathetic.
Say, I'm sorry. That's tough luck. It's worse than that, wailed Billy. It's, it's ruinous.
I just know that Amanda Peabody will do her best to spoil the term for us, girls.
End of Chapter 6, read by Nancy Cochran Gergen, Gilbert, Arizona, October 14, 2022.
Chapter 7 of Billy Bradley at Three Towers Hall.
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Miss Walters. In spite of their eagerness to reach their destination, the ride seemed all too short
to the boys and girls. They started when the guard called out, Molada, next stop. Hardly knowing
what she was doing, Billy found her hat and coat, put them on, and then sat on the very edge of her
seat, with her gladstone bag grasped tightly in one hand. Then she looked around at Laura,
who was sitting in the seat beside her. It was then she got her surprise. It was then she got her
surprise. For Laura was sitting in almost the same position as herself, perched on the edge of the
seat, bag tightly gripped in one hand, pocketbook in the other, and... This was the fact that made
Billy chuckle. Laura's hat was very much over one eye. Laura looked up at the sound of the
chuckle and giggled as her eyes met Billy's. I'm so excited, she whispered in Billy's ear,
that my knees are trembling. I'm afraid I'll never be able to walk. I'm afraid I'll never be able to
walk out. Well, you need to expect me to carry you, said Billy, reaching up and putting
Laura's hat on straight, because I'm going to have all I can do to manage myself. Goodness, what's
that? It was merely the train stopping, but by the tone of Billy's voice, one might have thought
it was the end of the world. Say, are you girls already? asked for, leading over the back of
their seats. The girls nodded nervously. Well, then, let's go.
go, Kettie chimed in, grabbing his suitcase and cap.
Come on, pick up your hats, girls, and don't forget your feet.
Oh, isn't he funny?
Chied Laura, making a face at him.
Then she grabbed wildly at her bag, as one of the excited girls seemed bent upon carrying
it off with her.
Say, come back with that, she cried.
Is the one enough for you?
However, they did succeed at last in getting themselves safely on the station platform.
It was a pretty station, and this being their first glimpse of the place where they were going to spend so much time, they looked about them with interest.
Molada was the nearest town to Three Towers Hall and Buxton Military Academy.
Both of these schools were situated on Lake Malada, for which the town had been named.
Most of the inhabitants of Malada were wealthy, and the estates in and about the town were magnificent.
There was also a large hotel filled during the summer.
season. Even the station was in keeping with the general air of prosperity. In the minute the girls
had to look about them, they saw a stone-built waiting room with a red-tiled roof. A beautiful green
velvety lawn completely surrounded this station on three sides, while on one side a beautiful
fountain sent its sparkling spray high into the clear air. And further back, through the trees,
they cut glimpses of beautiful estates. They found themselves being hustled toward the other end of the
station, were two conveyances, one from three towers hall and the other from Boxton Military
Academy, were waiting to take the girls and boys to their destination. Two attendants tended to the
trunks and deposited the luggage inside the cabs, while the girls and boys set excited goodbyes
to each other on the platform. We'll be only a little over a mile away from you, Chet called out,
and when we get an afternoon off, we'll row down the lake and get you, girls. Oh,
"'Oh, won't that be fun?' cried by her eyes dancing.
"'I'm just crazy to get out on the lake.'
"'Goodness, we haven't even seen it yet,' Nor reminded her.
"'Yes, and if we're going to,' Billy added.
"'I guess we'd better get started.
"'Come on, girls. Everybody's in but us.
"'Goodbye, Chet. Goodbye, Fred and Teddy.
"'Please be good, and don't get sent home the first week.
"'We wouldn't have anybody to give us that row, you know.
"'Goodbye, good-bye.'
Laura and Vi had already clambered into the long, car-like machine with Three Towers Hall painted in gold letters on the outside, and were impatiently commanding Billy to follow them.
As soon as she was inside, the boys rushed to the car with Boxton Military Academy, painted in gold letters on the outside, and the goodbyes were over.
As they left the station and swung into a wide, smooth road on their way to Three Towers Hall, the girls relaxed with a sigh of happiness.
"'Isn't this a wonderful road?' said Billy,
squaring a head around so that she could look out the window.
The machine had too long seats on either side,
running from the front to the back of it so that,
in turning, Billy accidentally stuck her elbow into the girl next to her.
She had not noticed the girl, but now, when the latter spoke,
Billy turned around quickly.
The girl was Eliza Deltz, Amanda Peavari's chum,
and beside her, said Amanda herself,
looking on with her usual staring grin.
Say, if you haven't got room enough,
Eliza said in a thin high voice,
I can move over to the other side of the car.
For a minute, Billy just stared,
while several girls about them paused
in their own conversations to listen.
Vye was aghast, and Laura was furious.
Well, said Billy at last,
letting her gaze travel from Eliza's mean face
to her ill-fitting shoes.
Somewhere, Billy had heard that people hate to have you look at their feet.
Maybe you'd better move.
There's lots more room on the other side.
The girls chuckled.
Laura said,
Good for you, Billy, under her breath.
And Eliza flushed angrily.
She seemed about to speak,
but as Billy was still gazing steadily at her feet,
she looked down at them herself and thereby lost the battle.
However, the incident had made them miss some of the prettiest scenery in the large.
and it was almost with a feeling of regret that the girl saw the majestic three towers of three towers hall rise before them their regret did not last long however and when the car started up the broad driveway the girls strained their eyes for a better view
it was a beautiful place the hall itself was built of rough greenish-gray stone and over the whole front of it twining round the windows hanging over the doors grew clinging bright-green ivy
a smooth velvety lawns flop down straight to the water and the girls cried out at this their first glimpse of lake malada through the trees the water of the lake listened and shimmered and danced while the soft rippling sound of tiny wavelets slapping at the bank seemed to call to them invitingly
"'Oh, girls, it's lovelier even than we pictured it,' cried Laura,
stammering in her eagerness.
"'Aren't you just crazy to get out on that water?'
"'Yes, but look,' cried Billy, grasping her arm and pointing to the front door of Three Towers Hall.
"'There's the president, I suppose, waiting to welcome us.'
"'Four, in the doorway, withstanding a slender figure in white,
evidently waiting, as Billy had said, to welcome the girls to Three Towers Hall.
Other girls had noticed her, too, and as the attendant came around and opened the door,
they all scrambled down in a plurry of excitement.
It's Miss Walters, the whisper went around, and Billy felt a thrill of excitement.
Miss Walters! Always she had seemed to Billy a person to be looked up to,
a sort of goddess set apart from ordinary mortals.
for Miss Sarah Walters had been head of Three Towers Hall for a number of years.
Always, it seemed to Billy.
And now Billy was actually going to see her, talk to her,
perhaps even make her take notice of her, Billy, above the others.
As she rather breathlessly ascended the steps to the entrance of Three Towers with the other girls,
she studied this slim, straight woman who had been the heroine of so many of her daydreams.
And what she saw satisfied even.
even Billy. Miss Walters was only 35, but her hair was snow-white and framed her face in thick,
wavy masses. Her complexion was pink and white, and her dark violet eyes looked almost black under
their dark lashes, and her figure was that of a girl of twenty.
"'Isn't she wonderful?' I whispered in her ear. But Billy squeezed her arm warningly.
"'Sh!' she said. She might hear us. I wouldn't care if she'd be. I wouldn't care if she'd
did, said Violet, with unusual spirit, and in her heart Billy could not blame her.
A moment more, and Miss Walters was speaking to them, saying a few words to each of them, welcoming
them to Three Towers Hall. Then she turned and led the way into the building, the girls crowding
after her eagerly. And her voice, said Billy, adoringly in Laura's ear, is the very sweetest
part of her. End of Chapter 7, read by Nancy Cockman-Gurgin.
Gilbert, Arizona, October 14, 2022.
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The Dill Pickles
Miss Walters took the girls into her office,
looked up the cards she had made out for them, for of course their names had been sent in
some time before as prospective students at Three Towers Hall, and then called in another teacher,
Miss Ada Dill, who had part charge of the dormitories. Miss Dill was tall and thin,
with sharp black eyes and white hair drawn severely back from her forehead. She smiled when
Miss Walters introduced her to the girls, but her smile reminded Billy of the smile on the face of a
Chinese idol, which she and her chums had come upon among the antiques of the old homestead at Cherry Corners.
It was merely a crack in her face, and the beady black eyes remained unsmiling.
Miss Dill, Miss Walters told the girls, we'll show you your places in the dormitories,
and will give you the hours for meals and such other information as you'll, as you'll
will need it first. Lunch will be served in half an hour, and after that you may have the rest of
the day to yourselves to become acquainted with Three Towers Hall. Then she dismissed them, and Billy and the
other new arrivals found themselves following the stiff back of Miss Still, through the corridor,
and up a broad flight of steps. They met several girls on their way to the dormitory, and the latter
looked at them curiously. The girls learned a little later that these students,
had spent the summer at Three Towers, although most of the girls had gone home to relatives and
friends, and would not be back until the next day. It was a rule at Three Towers Hall that the new
students should report the day before the year formally opened, for the purpose of becoming
acquainted with the rules and regulations of the school. Wasn't that a pretty girl?
If I whispered to Billy, as Miss Ada Dill opened the dormitory door and a lovely girl with very
pink cheeks and very black hair, stopped for a word with the teacher, and then hurried past the
girls on her way downstairs. I wonder who she is. If she's as nice as she is pretty, Billy whispered back,
she'll be all right. Then they stepped into the long, mini-windowed room and looked about them curiously.
There were beds, beds, beds, beds, and more beds. Everywhere the girls looked, they seemed to see nothing but
beds. As a matter of fact, there were only ten of them, but the girls could have sworn there
were at least twice that number. We could put five of you girls in here, Miss Dill said in a
crisp dry tone, almost as if she resented having to say it at all. Are there any of you who would
particularly like to be together? Of course, Billy spoke up for herself and Laura and Vi, and after
regarding her severely through her glasses for a moment, Miss Dillard.
Dill finally assigned three beds at the further end of the room to the chums.
Then there is room for two more, Miss Dill said, and to the horror of the chums,
Amanda P. Body came forward, holding Eliza Dilks by the hand.
Laura uttered a little exclamation and seemed about to protest when Billy pinched her arm
and made her say, ouch, instead.
There's no use in saying anything, Billy whispered fiercely.
It wouldn't do any good, and we'd only make it.
make more of an enemy of that. Those girls. They were relieved a little when they saw that those
girls were assigned to beds halfway down the room, so there would at least be a few neutral girls
in the beds between. So if the rest of you will come with me, said Miss Dill. I will give you places
in the other dormitories. Then she and the other girls went out into the hall. The door was shut,
and the chums were left alone in the big room with Amanda Peabody and Eliza Dilks. The
girls sank down upon their beds and looked about them curiously. There was a little wash basin
and a towel rack beside each snowy white bed, and on the towel rack hung several small towels
with blue and white borders. The beds were set at regular intervals down the long room,
and the spaces in between them were fitted out in such a manner as almost to make a separate
little room for each girl. Beside the wash basins, there was a dresser set at the foot of each
white bed, and under each bed was a hamper for soiled clothes.
Each girl had a little table with a chair to match.
The woodwork had been painted white, and the walls were a grayish blue color, with several
pretty picture scattered about them to break the bareness.
Why, the room's all blue and white, Billy suddenly discovered delightedly.
Isn't that a lovely blue they've painted the wall?
And the snowy white woodwork?
Oh, it's delicious.
and just look at the view from this window, cried Vye, beckoning them eagerly.
As the girls looked over her shoulder, they fairly gasped with the light.
Below them stretched the velvety lawn dotted with the darker green of shrubbery,
while away through the trees glimmered and gleamed the water of Lake Molotta.
The day was warm for autumn, and a gentle breeze played among the leaves of the great trees bordering the lake.
Coming to the girls in a soft rustling whisper,
the picture was almost too perfect to be true.
And she said, Billy murmured at last with a sigh of content,
that we could have all the afternoon to become acquainted with Three Towers.
Yes, said Laura, turning from the window.
But I guess she meant only the inside of Three Towers.
I don't believe they will allow us off the ground so soon.
At that moment the door opened,
and the pretty girl that had passed them in the hall entered
and shut the door softly behind her.
In the bright light of the room,
she seemed even prettier than she had in the hall.
But there was something about her.
Billy could hardly have told what.
Perhaps it was the expression of her mouth
that made Billy instinctively dislike her.
The strange girl's eyes rested on Amanda and Eliza,
where they sat in their corner, talking in whispers,
and her lips curled disdainfully.
Then she came over to where Billy and her friend,
friends were standing. Hello, she said with a quick smile. You're the new girls, I suppose,
and we might as well get acquainted right away. My name is Rose Bell, sir, and I'm from Briding,
mentioning a town several miles the other side of North Bend. We're awfully glad to know you,
Billy answered, with her own particular friendly smile. I'm Beatrice Bradley, and these are my two chums,
Violet Farrington and Laura Jordan.
We're from North Bend.
Glad to know you, said Rose Belser with a quick little nod of her black head.
Then she curled herself on the foot of Billy's bed and proceeded to make herself at home.
I've been staying here for the summer, she told them.
It's an awful place to spend the summer, you know.
First time I ever did it.
And I never was so lonesome in my life.
Why, I'd love to spend the summer here, said by.
thinking of the beautiful country they had glimpsed and the lovely lake,
where one might row or canoe to his heart's content.
The country's so pretty, and you have the lake.
Oh, the lake!
The girl interrupted impatiently.
And the country.
I'm tired to death of the lake in the country.
I want to go to the city,
where you can wear pretty clothes and go to parties and things.
But I should think you could wear pretty clothes here, said Billy, wondering,
and as to parties, I thought you always could have parties at boarding school.
Maybe you can at some boarding schools, the girl interrupted again, with the same impatient toss of her head.
But those schools don't have dill pickles for guardian angels. The girls looked at her as though she had gone crazy,
and indeed for a moment they thought she had. But Rose Belser gave a short little laugh and went on to explain.
"'The Dill Pickles are two old-made sisters.
"'One of them brought you up here.
"'Miss Dill!' cried Billy, beginning to see light.
"'Oh, has she a sister?'
"'Yes, and the sister is worse,' said the girl with a little grimace.
"'They are Miss Ada and Miss Cora,
"'and Miss Cora is the terror of the hall.
"'If it weren't for Miss Walters,
"'but say you'd better hurry.'
She interrupted herself suddenly, and jumped to her feet.
It's almost time for the lunch gong to ring.
And if you're late for lunch, Miss Cora will be furious.
She has charge of the dining hall, you know.
You'd better wash and straighten your hair.
Miss Cora looks you through with a gemlit eye.
She ran over to her wash basin, which happened to be the next one to Billy's,
and began to wash her hands vigorously.
Oh dear, we forgot all about this.
lunch, and we must be a sight, cried Vi, pulling off her hat and excitedly patting her hair.
Girls, we haven't any combs. Our trunks haven't come up yet. Give me a comb, somebody. Oh,
here's one in my grip. How strange, mocked Billy, dashing cold water on her face till it shone
rosalie. It almost seems to me I have one in mine also. Well, you better get busy and use it.
Violet retorted, drawing her own comb through her head.
heavy hair. Or you'll get in bad the very first day. Oh dear, there's the gong. She stopped with her
comb in the air and gazed in horror at the girls. As for Billy and Laura, they stood as if they had
suddenly become paralyzed. If you'd start in time, you'd be ready in time, said a nasal voice from the
other end of the room, and the girls glanced around quickly. They had been so absorbed in their
new experience, that for a time they had completely forgotten Amanda and Eliza, but now they turned
just in time to see the two girls leaving the room. As she shut the door behind her, Amanda gave a
defiant little slam. "'Say, who's your friend?' asked Rose Belser, looking an astonishment at the
closed door. "'She's pleasant, isn't she?' "'There, neither of them friends of ours,' said Billy,
jerking her hair angrily as though she wished it had been Amanda's hair instead.
They just happened to come from the same town. That's all.
Never mind about Amanda Billy, pleaded Violet, looking uneasily at the door.
We're late. Oh, don't worry, interrupted Rose, giving a final pat to her black hair.
That was only the first gong. The second one rings five minutes later.
There it goes now. Are you ready?
The girls were ready, and with quickly beating hearts, they stepped out into the corridor.
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A new acquaintance.
This way, said their new acquaintance,
turning to the right and starting for the stairs.
Now for the second of the dill pickles,
long may she wave, she added gaily.
It was a new experience for Billy Bradley
and for Laura and Violet,
that hour in the dining hall.
The hall itself was an immense room
and seemed at first glance to be made up
almost entirely of windows,
As Rose Belser afterward remarked to the girls, there was one thing that no one at Three Towers Hall had to complain of, and that was lack of light.
Three tables stretched almost the entire length of the hall, and although they all bore snowy cloths,
there was only one of them that was really set for action, as Laura said.
Most of the girls had already assembled when the chums reached the dining hall.
They were standing around in little groups of two or three, talking, excited.
and while the girls were hesitating which group to join, Miss Cora Dill swept into the room.
Now you'd better mind your peas and cues, Rose whispered to them,
and the girls regarded with interest the second of the Dill twin twin Dill sisters,
who had been called by the disrespectful name of the twin Dill Pickles.
Miss Cora Dill was indeed Miss Ada's counterpart.
There was the same thin figure and straight back,
the same black eyes and thin lip mouth.
The only difference being that where Miss Ada's hair was white,
Miss Cora's hair still retained some traces of its original brown color.
Goodness, I'm glad there's some way we can tell them apart, said Billy to Laura in an undertone.
If they were just exactly alike, we'd have to do with them the way they do with twin babies.
Tie a blue ribbon on one and a pink ribbon on the other.
The idea of tying a pink ribbon or any other kind of ribbon on the twin dill pickles was so ridiculous that the girls giggled aloud, thereby causing Vi to nudge Billy sharply.
Sh, she whispered, Her Highness is about to speak.
Miss Cora carried some cards in her hands, and as the girls gathered about her, she asked them to answer when she called out their names.
Although there were a hundred students in Three Towers Hall, there were only half a dozen.
dozen who, like pretty Rose Belser, had spent the summer at the school.
The rest of the girls were almost all from North Bend and the other surrounding towns,
although a few had come from a distance.
When the girls had all reported present, Miss Cora gave them their seats at the table
and took her own place at the head of it. At first the girls were not at all sure,
whether they were supposed to talk or not, for the presence of thin-lipped Miss Cora at the head
of the table, threw rather a damper on both their enthusiasm and their appetites.
However, when Rose Belser leaned across several girls to say something to Billy, the rest of the
girls took courage, and a little murmur of conversation traveled around the table.
The lunch was a satisfying one, and the girls, beginning to recover from their excitement and being
really hungry from the long train trip, ate heartily. But every once in a while, when the talk
and laughter about the table threatened to become too hilarious, the girls were conscious of
Miss Cora's voice, reminding them that the table was the place for decorum, not for rioting.
Billy and her chums were halfway down the table, a fact for which they were very thankful.
Placed only two or three seats away from Miss Cora at the head of the table was Nellie Bain.
Nellie seemed to have struck up a sudden friendship with one of the half-dozen girls who had spent
the summer at the school, and the two were evidently having an interesting conversation.
Billy, catching Nellie's eye, telegraphed to her by means of the sign language, the wish to see
her sometime after lunch, and Nellie, in the same language, agreed. At last lunch was over, and the girls
reluctantly left the table. But as they were about to leave the room, Miss Cora called them
together again, saying that she had something important to say to them. You will each find a set of
rules on your dresser, she said.
And before you do anything else, it will be well for each girl to become thoroughly acquainted
with them and the penalties for breaking them. After today, any departure from the rules will
meet with the proper punishment. Anybody would think we were three-year-olds, grumbled Laura,
when they were on their way back to the dormitories. Goodness, I wonder whoever let her
in anyway. Oh, you'll get used to her, Rose,
assured them. She seemed to have attached herself definitely to the girls, who, although they found
her amusing and interesting, would rather have been left to themselves on this first day.
Everybody dislikes her at first, and Miss Ada, too, but they only laugh at them after a while.
You see, she finished as if the girls must understand, we have Miss Walters.
Well, all I have to say, said Laura, whose temper had been considerably ruffled by this
second of the twin dill pickles, is that it's lucky Miss Walters and not Miss Cora is at the head of
things. When the girls reached the dormitory, they looked for the rules, found them, and sat down
eagerly to read them over together. First of all, they found that the dormitories, 11 in all,
were lettered. The letter of their dormitory was C. There were the usual rules about late hours,
going outside the grounds without leave, neglecting to wear rubbers in the rain, all with the usual
penalties attached. But the one that most interested the girls was the punishment given for keeping
lights on after hours. Three days without recreation? An isolation in the dormitory for the duration
of that period? read Billy indignantly. Goodness! I wonder if all that happens to you,
if you keep your light on five minutes after hours.
It does if Miss Cora or Miss Ada catches you,
drawled Rose from where she was curled up again on the foot of the bed,
watching the girls with lazy interest.
Some of the teachers are all right.
There's Miss Harris and Miss Race, the math teacher.
If they catch you just a few minutes over time,
they'll give you a lecture and let you off without reporting it to Miss Walters.
But, if it's any of the others,
Look out, that's all.
A few minutes later, Nellie Bain came in, bringing her new friend with her,
and for a little while the girls forgot all about rules and twin-dill pickles and everything else,
and just had a good time.
Nellie's new acquaintance was a small, fluffy little blonde, whom the girls liked right away.
Her name was Constance Danvers, called Connie for short, and the name seemed to suit her exactly.
Of course, she and Rose Belser, having spent the preceding year,
together, knew each other well, but Billy noticed that the two girls did not seem over-friendly.
I don't know, she thought to herself, but I'm going to like Connie better than Rose.
A little while later, Rose suggested that she and Connie show the girls about the hall,
to which the newcomers eagerly agreed.
I wonder, said Vye suddenly, as they were about to leave the room.
What has become of Amanda and Eliza Dilks?
They haven't been up here since lunch.
Well, why should we care? sang out Billy happily.
I only hope they stay away.
Probably up to some mean tricks, said Laura gloomily.
Connie and Rose were eager to hear more of Eliza and her friend,
but the chums could not be made to tell tales.
The girls would have to find out what Amanda was for themselves.
Only, thought Billy to herself, as they ran down the stairs.
I would like to know where those two sneaks are, and why they didn't come back to the dormitory.
I know they'll try to spoil all our fun, even if they can't do it.
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Lake Molada
How the girls did enjoy the rest of that afternoon
Connie and Rose showed them the classrooms and the lecture rooms,
told them little stories about the different teachers
and recounted funny incidents of school life
that made the girls bubble with laughter.
All the rooms were high-ceilinged, many-windowed, and cheerful,
but it was the lecture hall and gymnasium
that the girls thought the most attractive.
of all. The lecture room was on the third floor, and was arranged in the shape of a Roman circus,
the seats and tiers all around the room, with a lecture platform in the center.
"'My, I won't even mind being lectured in a room like this,' said by, in an odd little voice.
"'Do you have many lectures?'
"'Too many,' drawled Rose, sinking down in one of the seats and spreading out her ruffle dress
carefully. The girls had been too excited to notice the dress before, but now they saw it was much
more elaborate than any they had brought with them, except one or two apiece for party wear.
I wonder if all the girls dressed like that for every day, thought Billy in a sort of panic,
looking down at the pretty little brown cloth dress she had thought so wonderful at home.
She wondered if I and Laura felt the same way. A little later they wandered downstairs to the
gymnasium, and then all thought of clothes was put in the background. Around the gymnasium were all
sorts of swinging ladders and standing ladders. There were punching bags and medicine balls. In fact,
everything calculated to make strong, healthy women of the girls who came to Three Towers Hall.
There was a swimming pool also, and over this the girls went into raptures. They had had scarcely
any opportunity to learn to swim in North Bend, and although on their visits,
to New York they had never failed, that is, in the summertime, to take a dip or several of them
in the Atlantic Ocean, they had never learned to swim more than a few strokes at a time.
A swimming pool, cried Billy. I suppose we might have known we would have one here. Now we can
really learn to swim. I wonder, and so interested had she been with her own affairs that this was
the first time she had even given the boys a thought. If Chet and Teddy and Ferd have a swimming pool
at Boxton Academy.
Boxston Academy?
Rose took her up quickly, suddenly looking interested.
Do you know anyone who goes there?
I should say we do, put in Laura proudly.
Billy's...
Billy? Connie interrupted, looking puzzled.
I'm Billy, Billy explained with a laugh.
They call me Billy for short.
Never mind about that, Rose put in impatiently.
What were you saying about the boys?
The girls looked at pretty, black-haired, pink-cheek rose, and Billy realized suddenly why it was she had not altogether liked the girl.
She'll be friendly to almost any girl if she happens to like her brother, she thought, and instinctively she glanced at Laura.
The latter must have had almost the same thought, for she gave Billy a meaning glance.
You said they were at Boxton Academy, Rose insisted.
Tell us about them, said Connie.
she was interested, but in an entirely different sort of way.
Well, there's Billy's brother and mine, and a chum of theirs, Ferd Stowing.
They came with us as far as Malada.
Then they left us for the Academy, and we came on here.
And we are having such a good time we never thought about them.
She finished penitently.
The girls were eager to look about the grounds of three towers after that,
but Rose would not let them go till she had found out all about the boys and their
life history as billy resentfully said later after that the girls noticed that she was even more friendly than she had been before oh well said billy to herself feeling strangely comforted by the thought
she won't have much of a chance to see the boys anyway because we can only leave the grounds on special permission and they won't be able to get away from the academy to come here very often i suppose i'm an awful cat she finished ruefully but i'm not going to let her
meet any of our boys if I can help it.
A little later, she forgot all about her irritation
and the delight of walking about the beautifully kept grounds of three towers
and examining the outside of the picturesque old building itself.
The latter was even more beautiful than they had thought in their first glimpse of it,
with its rugged, ivy-grown walls and its three battle-mitted towers rising above the trees.
It looks almost like an old castle, cried Billy.
The kind you read about in The Thurrects.
days of chivalry. All it needs is a moat, finished Laura excitedly. I was just thinking that,
Billy. Yes, a moat would make it just perfect, sighed violet, adding with a laugh. Anyway,
even if we haven't the moat, we have a lake. Yes, let's go down and look at it, proposed Connie.
We've had wonderful times on it all summer. Doing what? asked Laura eagerly. Do they let you row on it?
All by yourselves?
I should say not, answered Rose, with a little toss of her head.
You have to learn to swim in the pool first, so that if you upset your boat, you won't get drowned.
It's their great boast that no girl has ever been drowned at three towers.
Well, we don't want to start anything, said Billy, with a little grimace, and the girls laughed.
Then, Rose went on.
After you learn to swim, you have to take an instructor out in the rowboat or canoe with you
until she thinks you know how to handle it like an expert.
What do you mean by an instructor? asked by.
One of the teachers?
Sometimes it's a teacher, Connie spoke up,
but as a rule it's one of the older girls in the first grade
who teaches the younger ones.
Miss Walter said, and her fair face flushed with pleasure,
that perhaps next semester I shall be appointed as instructor.
Oh, isn't that great? cried Billy heartily,
for she was beginning to like Connie Danderers with all her heart.
Then, too, she had noticed, with a feeling of relief,
that Connie was not dressed like Rose Belser.
She had on a pretty clock dress, very much like Billy's own,
and she didn't seem crazy to know all about the boys, she added,
with an added warmth around her heart.
I wonder, she said aloud,
how long it will take us girls to learn to become instructors.
Well, I don't know about the rest of them.
us spoke up nelly bane but i know it won't take you very long billy you were always the very first to pick up anything as with most of the rest of billy's friends nelly shared the conviction that billy could do everything she tried to do just a little bit better than anyone else
i should say so laura added loyally there's nothing that you can't do billy billy flushed with pleasure and rose belser looked at her with new interest
for if rose was not the most popular girl at three towers she certainly thought she was and the praise of billy's friends started her thinking could it be possible that here was a rival but she shook her dark head impatiently
if this billy bradley thought she could start anything why she rose would show her that was all and all the time billy who had no thought of what was going on in the other girl's mind was having the time of her life
Look at all the canoes, she cried, and they actually have racks for them.
They had come down to a little dock that jutted out into the lake, and had been hidden from
their view, or at least partly so, by the trees. Now, as they came out upon it, they stood astonished
and delighted by the sight that met their eyes. There were half a dozen racks on the dock,
each one constructed so as to contain three canoes, one above the other, and every rack was full.
the canoes were each neatly covered with a tarpaulin but the tarpaulin drawn tight revealed the long graceful outline of each beautiful little boat and the girls fairly ached to launch one of them upon the water
and there are rowboats too cried vi making another discovery lots and lots of them look here they are tied to the dock sure enough there were fully a dozen gaily painted rowboats weighing gently in the water on either side of the dock
sometimes straining a little at the ropes that held them.
But who would row when they could canoe? cried Billy.
For in Billy was a passion for canoes,
which Chet had always declared must have come from her Indian ancestors.
I think rowboats are horribly clumsy.
Hardly anybody really likes to row, Connie answered,
but we have to do it for the exercise.
Miss Walter says there's no better exercise in the world than rowing.
Yes, said Bill.
with a little laugh, and no harder work either.
Do you do much swimming in the lake? asked Molly, gazing down at her reflection in the still water.
Oh, we can, Rose answered, but no one likes it very much. They'd rather do their swimming in the
swimming pool. There's a mud bottom to the lake, and the water, though it looks mighty nice,
isn't good to drink. While they were speaking, two girls whom the chums remembered having seen in the
dining hall, but did not know, came down to the dock, and, after waving to Rose and Connie,
went to a rack and started to take down one of the canoes.
The girls watched rather wistfully while they slipped it from the rack,
remove the cover, and slid it into the smooth water.
One girl, with a skill born of experience, jumped into the front seat of the canoe,
lifted one of the paddles, and waited while her companion settled herself in the stern seat.
then they glided from the dock softly, almost silently, but for the dip of the paddles in the water,
and drifted out toward the middle of the lake.
Oh, if we could only do that, sighed Billy. I think I'd die happy.
Those girls are instructors, Connie explained. They are in the first grade and expect to graduate in
the spring. It's funny, I suppose, said Billy, dreamily gazing up at the blood-red sun that was
slowly sinking in the western sky, but I'm really sorry for them.
Why? they asked, surprised. Because, said Billy soberly, they have to graduate and leave
three towers. End of Chapter 10, read by Nancy Cochran-Gurgin, Gilbert, Arizona, October 17, 2022.
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Lights out.
The girls set up till the very last minute that night,
discussing the absorbing happenings of the day.
Rose left them to talk to some of the other girls,
a fact for which they were thankful,
and Nellie and Connie Danvers went to their dormitory,
leaving the three chums alone at last. They had had supper, a meal not as good as lunch,
for the meat had been too crisp, almost burned, in fact, and then they had come up to the
dormitory for a good time together. They were rather disgruntled to find that Amanda Peabody and
Eliza Dilks were there before them, but even that fact could not bother them much, not tonight.
I tell you what let's do, said Billy, patting her brown curls into place before her mirror,
and noticing with surprise how flushed her face was and how her eyes sparkled how could she know being modest that not only her friends but almost all the girls that had seen them together thought her even prettier than rose belser
what asked vi sinking down on the edge of the bed with a sigh of content i don't feel as if i wanted to do any more for years but just sit here and talk things over
well that's just what i was going to say billy answered turning away from the mirror and flinging herself on the bed beside her only i thought it would be more comfortable if we got into our nighties it's been a pretty warm day
billy you're a wonder cried laura jumping up and fishing in her bag for her nightgown when it comes to thinking you have it all over us like a tent as teddy says she added apologetically and the girls laughed at her
oh but there are trunks cried billy suddenly remembering miss walter said that we were to unpack our clothes and get everything in shape before to-morrow don't you remember
oh yes we remember groan violet i don't think much of your idea this time billy oh well i suppose if we must we've got to so they opened the trunks which had been brought up while they were out in the afternoon and in a very short time they had their clothes all hung up neatly in the wardrobe
Then, with a sigh of mingled content and weariness, they brought out their nightgowns and began to address, talking all the while.
"'Isn't Miss Walter's lovely?' asked Billy, when she was at last curled up happily on the foot of the bed,
with Fye at the head of it, and Laura stretched out full length with a pillow tucked beneath her head.
"'Yes, but aren't the dill pickles horrid?' cried Laura.
"'It's lucky they aren't at the head of things, or I guess we'd have a mighty hard time of it.'
Well, maybe they aren't as bad as they look, said Violet.
Who was that other teacher that Connie said the girls all love so? asked Billy.
I thought I'd remember her name. It was something like Pace.
Wasn't it race? asked Laura. And Billy clapped her hands.
Yes, that's it. And Connie said the girls adored her next to Miss Walters.
She's the math teacher, isn't she? asked Violet.
Adding, as the girls nodded, it's lucky for me she.
nice because I'm so awful in math, a mean one wouldn't have me in class more than a week.
Oh, but it's all perfectly glorious, said Billy softly. Just think, girls, if we hadn't found that
darling old trunk, we wouldn't have been here. At least I wouldn't. And if that man,
what was it you and the boys called him? Laura paused and looked inquiringly at Billy.
The codfish? asked Billy, guessing at what she meant. Yes.
and if the codfish hadn't got scared and dropped the trunk in the middle of the road,
you would have lost it after all.
Yes, sighed by, and that would have been worse than not finding it at all.
The only thing that bothers me, said Billy, with a little frown,
is that we didn't go after that man and get him.
He may be a regular thief for all we know,
and if he is he ought to be in prison where he belongs.
Every once in a while, her voice lowered,
and she looked over his shoulder nervously.
I dream about him,
and when I do, he always has a mask or something over his eyes,
but his cot-fish mouth is always there, sort of grinning at me.
Billy, cried Laura and Vi in the same voice,
and Laura got up suddenly, sat on her pillow,
and regarded Billy with startled eyes.
But you never told us, she said.
Have you, have you dreamed that often?
No, only once or twice,
said Billy. Just the same, I wish we could have caught him. I always have a sort of feeling that if he
robs anybody else, it will be our fault for not having had him arrested when we had the chance.
Of course, he may not be a regular thief at all, but, oh, girls, he was an awful-looking thing,
and I feel sure someday I'll meet him again. You said he had red hair, didn't you? asked Laura,
a delicious little thrill running up and down her spine.
and little eyes in that broad codfishing mouth.
Goodness, I wish I'd been with you when you chased him.
It must have been no end of fun.
Fun, exclaimed Billy.
I should say it wasn't fun.
Not when I was afraid I was going to lose the trunk and everything.
I was just scared stiff.
But do you really think you'd know the men again if you saw him?
Laura insisted.
Why, of course I would, said Billy.
Didn't I tell you I've dreamed of him a couple times?
just as he is? I couldn't miss him.
Wouldn't it be fun? cried Laura eagerly,
if he should try to rob the hall or something and we caught him?
Laura, they cried, and Billy added with a shiver.
It might be your idea of a good time, but it wouldn't be mine.
I hope I'll never have to see his old codfish mouth again.
Oh, I don't know, said Laura, putting the pillow under her head and lying down again.
sometimes, when I'm very brave, I wish something really exciting would happen.
You know, a burglary or something.
I'd just like to see what I'd do.
Well, I know what I'd do.
Vy was beginning, when the lights out gong sounded through the hall,
and the girls scurried wildly for their beds.
Amanda and Eliza were already in theirs,
and Rose, coming in at the last minute,
fairly flew into her nightgown and then scurried over to put out the one remaining light.
The room had been in silence and darkness for nearly five minutes,
when suddenly Laura leaned over and whispered Devai.
What would you do if a burglar got in, she asked.
I'd just get under the covers, said by, and die of fright.
End of Chapter 11, read by Nancy Cochran Gergen, Gilbert, Arizona, December 7, 2022.
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If anyone had told the three girls that the second day would hold more of excitement and pleasure than the first, they would not have believed it. But so it was.
Billy woke early that morning and found the sun shining gloriously through the window. It took her a minute or two to realize just where she was. Then she sat up in bed and looked across at her two sleeping chums.
Laura lay on her side, hugging her pillow, and Violet was flat on her back, blissfully unconscious
of the ray of sunshine that fell across her face.
Billy's glance traveled from them to Rose Belser, who looked as pretty asleep as she did
awake, and from her to Amanda Peabody and Eliza Dilks.
She made a little grimace as she looked at them, for their straight, stringy hair,
and pinched, freckled faces were a striking contrast to roses.
prettiness.
Oh, I wish everybody'd get up, she thought.
It must be nearly seven o'clock.
Even as she spoke, the first bell rang and the sudden sharp noise through the still hall
made her start up in bed.
It roused the other girls, and they yawned and stretched sleepily.
Goodness, is it time to get up already?
asked Laura, glaring at Billy as if it were all her fault.
Why, I just this minute got to sleep.
you'd better stop talking and get up rose called to them flinging back her black hair and jumping to her feet we have only half an hour to you're ready for breakfast and if you're late and haven't any excuse well don't expect any sympathy for miss cora that's all
the girls did not need any second-hand to make them hurry and full ten minutes before the breakfast gone rang they were ready and waiting
there was great excitement in the dining-hall for this was the day when the old students of three towers hall were expected and the girls who had remained at the school for the summer vacation were eager to renew old friendships
it was about ten o'clock when the girls began to pour in and from then on excitement and confusion reigned it makes you feel kind of lonesome said laura with a sigh and the older girls look awfully dressed up and-and stuck up said by
snuggling up to Billy as if for comfort. Do you suppose they really are, Billy? Stuck up, I mean.
I'm sure I don't know, said Billy, feeling a little nervous herself. For all we know, she added,
with a chuckle, we may look stuck up ourselves. Well, maybe we are, Laura giggled. That's what
Amanda is always calling us, you know. Oh, look, whispered Vye suddenly. There's Rose Belser with one of the new
girls, I wonder who she is. The new girl in question was a nice-looking, rather serious girl who
wore classes, and looked to the girls, so they said later, as if she might really like to study.
She was carrying a grip and had evidently just arrived. While the girls watched, she and Rose turned
and started in their direction. For a minute, Billy could have sworn Rose did not mean to stop.
However, she did stop and rather reluctantly introduced a stranger to them.
This is Caroline Brandt, she said, adding as she turned to the strange girl with a quirical smile,
these are some of the new girls who are in our dorm, Caroline, Billy Bradley, Violet Farrington, and Laura Jordan.
Caroline Brent shook hands and smiled a great smile that seemed,
just made to go with her glasses, Laura said afterward.
When the girls had passed on with Rose toward the stairway, the chums had a queer sense of comfort,
as though they had found at least one good friend at Three Towers Hall.
Lunch came and went, and so absorbed with girls in the fun and excitement of meeting new girls,
and listening to stories of good times had during the summer,
that dinner caught them before they knew it, and they found that the day was gone.
Everybody went to bed early that night, for Miss Walters had sent around an order that all lights should,
be out by nine o'clock sharp. The next day, the real work of the term was to begin,
and she wanted all her girls bright and fresh for the start. The next week would have been
perfect for the girls but for one thing. They liked their classrooms, which occupied all the second
and third floors. They liked their studies, and they loved most of their teachers,
especially Miss Rays, the mathematics teacher. But they soon found that what Rose Beltzer and Connie Danvers
had said about Miss Cora and Miss Ada Dill,
the twin Dill Pickles, when nobody was around,
was terribly and awfully true.
The Dill twins never seemed to miss an opportunity
to make the girls feel bad.
They were sarcastic in class
and seemed to take real delight
in hurting the feelings of their pupils
whenever it was possible.
It was only a few days after the opening of the school year
when Billy had her first little set to with Miss Cora Dill.
The latter had just finished.
calling the role, and had pushed the book from her. Then she looked sharply at Billy.
Your name is Beatrice, is it not? She asked in a tone as acid as her Dill-pickle nickname.
Yes, Miss Dill, answered Billy, wondering nervously if there were anything wrong about her name
and miserably conscious that the eyes of all the girls were upon her.
But the girls call you Billy, do they not? asked Miss Cora.
Yes, said Billy again.
But Billy is a boy's name, said Miss Cora tartly, boring Dillie through with her black eyes,
and it is extremely unladylike for a girl to bear a boy's name.
Extremely unladylike, she repeated, staring at poor Billy, who was as red as a beat,
and filled with a wild desire to run away and cry.
She might have done it, too, at least the crying part, but a titter from one of the girls in the back of the room saved her.
she was no longer afraid only angry horribly angry so she just looked up in thin-lipped miss cora's face and said very quietly i never thought about my name being a lady like miss cora and i'm sure it hasn't made any difference with me mother says that it is the way one acts that counts well see that you take care of your actions retorted miss dill tartly and turning to one of the other girls called upon her for
recitation. But it was Billy who had won the day. The girls knew it and Miss Cora knew it,
and this helped to make the latter feel in a still more unkindly move toward the girl with
the unladylike name. I'll watch her, thought Miss Cora angrily. She isn't the kind to be
trusted. Laura and Violet were furious, and when they returned to the dormitory to prepare for lunch,
began to hatch all sorts of wild plans by which they could lay this one of the dill pickles low what's the excitement asked rose and laura began heatedly to describe what had happened in the schoolroom while several of the other girls gathered around
when she came to billy's answer the girls looked pleased and one of them clapped her hands good for you billy bradley cried a dark girl joyfully you must have given the dill pickle the surprise of her life
She bearded the lion in his den, the pickle in her hall, quoted another of the girls.
You know, I'd have given anything to have been there.
And you a new girl, too, said another, looking at Billy with admiring eyes.
From that time on, Billy became a noted figure among the hundred girls at Three Towers Hall,
and her fame and popularity grew in leaps and bounds.
Rose Beltzer viewed this new state of affairs calmly at first, then with alarm.
and later with dismay that a new girl should come to three towers and immediately begin to shoulder herself into the limelight was unthinkable impossible it couldn't be done and yet billy bradley was doing it
after a while she began to draw away from billy look indifferent when one of the girls spoke of her appraisingly slighted her in a hundred little ways that billy yourself could hardly put a finger on and yet she felt it
billy had one other constant enemy at three towers and that was miss cora miss cora never missed a chance to humiliate her or at least tried to humiliate her
but billy was so happy and having such a wonderful time that she never gave these attempts any more attention than she would so many mosquito bites thereby fanning miss cora's dislike of her
meanwhile the two miss dills grew more and more sour and crab until the girls began to wonder why they didn't die of it then one noontime laura came running into the dormitory her eyes big and round with excitement
what do you think she cried while the girls gathered round her i heard miss cora and miss ada talking together i was in the lab and they were in the hall and they didn't know i was anywhere around
well asked the girls impatiently as she paused for breath they were talking about our meals laura went on they said we got altogether too much to eat too much to eat echoed the girls looking at one another wonderingly
why we don't get any more than we want said billy what else did they say laura urged by that was about all laura had gone over to the wash basin and was washing her hands hard
as though to get some of her dislike of the dill pickles out of her system.
I was so surprised I couldn't help hearing a couple of sentences.
Then I coughed and came out of the lab, and they looked as if they'd like to kill me.
The girls are getting altogether too much to eat, said Miss Ada.
Laura mimicked her to perfection.
Yes, said Miss Cora, we must give them less, a good deal less.
Well, I'd just like to see them try it, that's all, said Billy.
adding with a sigh thank goodness we still have miss walters anyway she won't let us quite starve to death end of chapter twelve read by nancy cochrane gurging
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Four Enemies
Are we really going to have one, Billy Bradley?
Oh, how wonderful.
Several weeks had passed, and this afternoon the five of them,
Laura Jordan, V. Nellie Bain, Connie Danvers, and Billy
were sitting close together at the very farthest end
of Billy's dormitory, talking over some plans that made them feel delightfully like conspirators.
A real feast, said Violet Farrington eagerly.
With sandwiches and pickles and cake and everything, oh, Billy, who all are going to be in the party?
All the girls from Nellie's dorm, We Four, and Caroline Brandt, Billy said, in a voice scarcely above a whisper.
But I don't think Caroline will come, said Laura doubtfully.
You know, she would lots rather study than go to a party.
That's her idea of a good time.
Or although Caroline Brandt had proved a good friend to the chums, especially to Billy,
they had tried in vain to draw her into their little escapades.
She was what the girls usually referred to scornfully as a grind,
yet strange to say, they all loved her.
She willingly helped them with their lessons, had often coached some of the more backward of them for tests, passing them when otherwise they would have hopelessly flunked, and cheerfully helped them out of scrapes when they needed help.
So now it was not strange that Laura should expect her to refuse an invitation to this new escapade, the most forbidden of all forbidden escapades, the midnight feast.
Well, I'm going to ask her anyway, Billy said in answer to Laura's
objection. The worst she can do is say she won't come. Well, you're going to ask Rose,
aren't you? Connie broke in, adding, as Billy frowned and looked doubtful, she'd never in the world
forgive you if you didn't. Yes, we'll ask Rose, said Billy, after a minute's hesitation.
Here she comes now, she added, as the door opened and Rose entered. Come on over here,
she called. I want to ask you something. She was just about to tell Rose the plans,
and invite her to the party, when the door opened again, and Amanda entered with Eliza Dilks.
Amanda was never seen without Eliza trailing along in the background, and for this reason,
the girls had nicknamed the latter The Shadow. By this time, the girls at the Three Towers Hall
had learned to dislike the two sneaks as much as the girls of the North Bend disliked Amanda.
Wherever anything was going on, especially of a secret nature, Amanda and The Shadow were sure
to be prying about, saying mean little things, forcing the girls to move over to some other
place where they could be in private for a little while. And now here they were again.
What do you want? Ask Rose, not noticing the two who had come in after her. Rose's voice was
not very pleasant, for she was beginning to show her growing dislike of Billy openly.
Nothing just now, Billy answered, looking behind Rose to where Amanda and the shadow stood,
apparently talking together, yet listening to every word that was being said.
I'll tell you later.
Amanda looked up and her mean little eyes twinkled angrily.
Don't mind us, she said.
If we're in the way, of course we'll get out.
Come on, Eliza, and with her noses in the air,
she and the shadow sailed out of the room.
Someday I'm going to kill them, said Laura,
glaring ferociously at the closed door.
Go on, what were you going to tell me?
drawled Rose, turning to the mirror and eyeing her pretty reflection with satisfaction.
You'd better not say anything, Billy. Nellie Bain warned her. They're probably listening at the
keyhole or something. It must be horrid to hate everybody and have everybody hate you,
mused Connie, smoothing back her pretty hair. But they seem to hate Billy most of all, said by.
I'm sure I don't know why. It's because she's so popular, I suppose.
Then to Rose, still fussing with her hair before the mirror, came the dawn of an idea.
It would be hard to do anything to hurt Billy herself, for, whatever her faults, Rose was not a sneak,
but she might make use of Amanda.
It was several nights later.
The day had been set for the greatest of all adventures, a midnight feast in the dormitory.
It was Billy who had arranged it all, and although the feast itself was by no means a new
she had thought up something to make it a little more interesting and daring. Each girl had been
instructed to learn some little piece or poem, which she was to recite on the great occasion.
Some of the girls protested on the ground that they were poor at memorizing, but Billy had been
firm. No recite, no eat, she had said, and so the girls, some joyfully, some reluctantly,
had set to work to learn their pieces. And Billy, full of energy and enthusiasm,
had gone to work and got up a regular program with the names of the girls and the recitations they would give.
Lauren Vye had helped her make duplicates of the program so that there would be one for each girl.
And the strangest thing about the whole affair was that Caroline Brandt, junior student, and Grine, had agreed to make one of the party.
Billy's chums called her a witch, for since Caroline Brant had come to the Three Towers Hall,
she had never been known to take a hand in one adventure, no matter how harmless it may have been,
in, and Rose, growing more and more resentful as she saw even her most faithful followers
deserting her for Billy, became more sure that she would have to make use of Amanda and the
shadow. Neither Billy nor any of the other girls knew Caroline France real reason for accepting
Billy's invitation. The fact was that Caroline had fallen in love with Billy at first sight,
perhaps because she was just the opposite of Caroline herself, and had since become fond of her
as if she had been her younger sister.
While all the time, while she had seemed to be engrossed in her studies,
she had been keeping one eye on Billy,
and with that one eye had seen pretty nearly everything that had happened.
He was proud of Billy's growing popularity as if it had been herself,
but she knew Rose would never stand for the taking of her place by anyone,
and that was what Billy was very surely doing.
She knew that Amanda and Eliza disliked,
Billy and would do almost anything to get her into trouble. And then there was the fourth enemy of
Billy's, Miss Cora Dill. Caroline knew that if Miss Cora were to catch Billy in any sort of scrape,
she would never in the world give her the benefit of the doubt. And most of all, Caroline knew that
Billy, with her imp of mischief, would be the very last to try to keep out of a scrape, and that sooner or
later, one of her four enemies would get just the proof she wanted to take to Miss Walters.
In that case, so great was her affection for Billy, Caroline had desperately decided that she would go to Miss Walters herself and plead for Billy.
And all this, nobody seeing Caroline, quiet reserved, studying furiously for the midterm examinations that were coming dangerously near, would have guessed at.
Nor would they have guessed that Caroline was breaking her rule and going to Billy's party simply to keep Billy from harm.
End of Chapter 13, read by Kemi Otamosu, Pittsburgh, PA, October 2022.
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Billy snores successfully.
It was a wonder any of the girls could keep their minds on their lessons that morning.
As a matter of fact, they recited so poorly for Miss Ada and Miss Cora that the two dill pickles turned sourer than ever and threatened to report them to Miss Walters.
But what did they care?
The night was before them.
Seven o'clock came, then eight o'clock, and then nine.
The gong rang for lights out, and every girl was in bed, and apparently, sound asleep.
But underneath the bed of each and every girl who was to be in the party was a box or a basket filled to the brim with smuggled dainties.
These containers held cold meat and pickles from the delicatessen shop nearby.
There was jelly.
Olives and biscuits and fancy cakes with foolish icing on top were there.
Everything in fact that goes to the making of a first-class meat.
midnight feast. Miss Ada Dill, making her evening around of the dormitories to see that all was
well in every girl in her place, found nothing to arouse her suspicions until she came to
Billy's dormitory. Then she paused, started to close the door, opened it again and stood still,
intently listening. And it was Billy who, in her eagerness not to be discovered, almost gave the
thing away. For Billy was snoring, gently but decidedly snoring, and to Miss Ada's train
ear, the snore did not sound natural. So in she came, and Billy, watching out of the corner of one eye,
felt a panicky desire to pull the covers over her head and hide. Suppose Miss Ada should discover
that five of the girls in dormitory sea were not undressed at all, but wore their nightgowns
over their clothes. Suppose, but this was too awful even to imagine, Miss Ada should discover those
baskets under the beds. Billy shivered and almost gave the thing away a second.
time. Miss Ada slowly made the rounds of the beds, scrutinizing each girl sharply and passing
them by one by one reluctantly until she came to Billy's bed. Billy was still snoring gallantly.
She did not know what else to do. If she stopped now, it would be a dead giveaway, and yet to keep on
was almost impossible. Poor little Billy. Afterwards she could laugh at it, but at the time
did seem nothing short of a nightmare. She knew that Laura and Vi and Rose and Caroline were awake
and waiting for the terrible moment when Miss Ada should discover the conspiracy. If she could only
keep on snoring for a minute longer, thought Billy desperately. And then the unbelievable thing happened.
Instead of commanding her in no uncertain tones to get out of the bed, Miss Ada turned,
slowly but surely turned, and marched out of the room. Not until the door.
was shut, could Billy believe that she was really safe? And not until she heard Miss Ada's footsteps
die off down the hall, did she dare to stop snoring. Then she drew a long breath and stretched
out arms cramped by lying so long in the same position. And in the dark stillness of the dormitory,
she heard four more sides, distinct and very plain to. For full five minutes, the girls lay still,
hardly daring to breathe, afraid that Miss Ada would change her mind and come back again.
But as the minutes passed and nothing happened, their courage returned and Billy began to feel
jubilant. She must be a good actress indeed to full Miss Ada. And then, five ghostly figures
sat up in bed, pushed back the bedclothes and slid silently to the floor. Once on their feet,
they shed their nightgowns and their dark dresses, only made a blur.
in the blackness of their room. Still noiseless as mice, they drew out the precious baskets from under
the bed and crept over to where Billy was waiting for them. Where do we go from here, girls? said
Laura, an hysterical whisper. Goodness, but I'm scared to death. Keep quiet or you'll have something
to be scared about, Billy directed in a fierce little whisper. Come on, I think the road's clear.
They tipped her to the door, and Billy opened it cautiously and peeped out. There was
no one in sight, and she stepped into the hall quickly, motioning to the girls to follow her.
Caroline, the last to leave the dormitory, stopped for a moment and looked about at the sleeping girls.
Then, satisfied that they were really asleep and that none of them suspected the prank,
she followed the other girls out into the hall and closed the door carefully behind her.
They found their fellow conspirators in dormitory F already up and stirring.
The lights were lit, hamperers were out on the time.
table ready to be opened, and the real fun of the party was commencing when the five arrived.
They were greeted with subdued enthusiasm, for no one dared speak above a whisper, and Connie
demanded to know why Billy was late. We couldn't do a thing without you, she said. You had the
program and everything, and besides, finished Nelly, we promised not to start anything until you came.
We thought you'd been caught, Connie added reproachfully. We were just about to put out the lights and get
to bet ourselves, chimed in another girl, because we thought if you were caught,
Miss Ada would come over here and catch us, too. But what made you late? asked Connie again.
If you'll stop talking and listen a minute, said Billy, her eyes shining with excitement,
I'll tell you what a narrow escape we had. The girls gathered around eagerly while she told
her story, and when she had finished, they gazed at her with horrified eyes.
Billy, whatever made you do such a thing, cried Nellie. Why, if you had just kept still,
she probably would have never suspected a thing. I know that now, said Billy Ruffly. It was a
crazy thing to do, but when I'd once started it, I didn't dare stop. Well, I think you
deserve a gold medal, said Laura loyally. If it had been me, this wasn't their correct
English, but Laura was too excited to notice it. I'd have giggled or something and given
the whole thing away. Goodness, wouldn't Miss Ada be happy if she could really catch us at something,
said Nellie, but the girls would not listen to her. There wasn't a bit of danger. Weren't they going
to have somebody at the door to Mount Guard and to warn them of the slightest noise downstairs?
They had decided to draw lots to see who should be chosen for this very disagreeable position
of guard, and now they set to work at once to get the agony over with, as Rose Bellzer said.
Rose had been very quiet for her, and there was a queer expression in her eyes when she looked at Billy
that would have made the latter wonder if she had had time to notice it.
However, there was one girl who did notice it, and that was Caroline Brandt.
Strangely enough, it was Rose who drew the blank that made her the guardian of the portal
for the first 20 minutes.
At the end of that time, the girls would draw again and let another poor and fortunate take her place.
Rose was inclined to grumble at her hard luck at first, for she wanted to be in the fun as much as any of the girls.
But suddenly there came to her an idea, a way that she might punish Billy for daring to become so popular at Three Towers Hall.
Of course, she could not hurt Billy without hurting all the rest of the girls, but her lips shut tight and her eyes narrowed to slits.
Goodness knew they deserved it. It was they who had helped to make Billy so popular.
The plan she had thought of was very easy.
All she had to do was slip from Dormitory F into her own,
leaving both doors open a little so that the light from one could shine into the other.
Then, as she passed Amanda Peabody's cot, just a little jostling to awaken her,
and the thing would be as good as done.
Amanda, seeing the light, would be sure to investigate,
and while she was gone, she, rose, could undress quickly, put on her gown, and slip into bed.
Then when the discovery came, and Rose knew Amanda well enough to be sure that there would be a discovery, she would be safe in bed and unsuspected.
That is, unless the girl should tell.
She looked over her shoulder at the happy scene in dormitory F, and for a minute she felt guilty.
Then one of the girls came over and put an arm around Billy, and her lips tightened again.
Of course, if the girls knew that she had been the one to give them away, no one would ever have anything to do with her.
She would probably have to leave Three Towers Hall.
But how would they know?
She could tell them that she had slipped into dormitory seat to get a handkerchief.
Or something else, she could think that up later.
And while she was gone, Amanda had slipped out and given the alarm.
It was all very simple.
She looked back into the room where the fun was in full swing
and once more her heart forsook her.
It would be a dreadful thing for the girls.
They would probably be expelled from Three Towers.
but here was her chance if she was going to do it, and it might be her only one.
One of the girls was giving a whispered and funny recitation,
and the girls were doubled up with laughter,
fairly holding on to themselves to keep from making a noise.
The look in Rose's eyes hardened.
She forsook her post.
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Caroline Brandt had been watching from behind a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles,
although nobody, not even Rose, could have told it.
She had seen Rose glance into the room and had noticed how queerly she had looked at Billy,
and now, as Rose started across the corridor, Caroline was at her heels, quick as a cat.
It was not till Rose's hand was on the knob of the door across the hall that Caroline spoke.
All she said was, where are you going?
in a quiet little whisper, but Rose whirled upon her fiercely.
You're following me, she cried, almost forgetting to whisper in her fury.
What do you mean?
You better not make so much noise, said Caroline calmly.
We'll have Miss Ada or Miss Cora down upon us if you're not careful.
Miss Ada or Miss Cora mimicked Rose, actually trembling with fear and rage at being caught.
What do I care for Miss Ada or Miss Cora?
Well, I care a lot if you don't, retorted Caroline, urging the excited girl back toward the
lighted dormitory.
I don't know what you're so mad about anyway, she added.
As Rose glared at her, your time for playing guard was up, and when I came over to tell you
about it, I found you were gone.
Caroline was fibbing, or at least partly so, but Rose had no way of knowing that.
What she did know was that she had made a goose of herself for nothing, and
and all at once she hated Caroline more than she hated Billy or anyone else on earth.
But she did not dare show it.
The only thing for her to do was to try to pass the thing off the best she could.
So when they reached the door, she looked up at Caroline with the best smiles she could manage
and tried hard to keep her voice steady.
I'm sorry I spoke as I did, she said.
I was just going to slip into the dorm and get a bottle of olives that fell under the bed.
And when you spoke to me so suddenly it frightened me.
That's all. It seems a pretty big chance to take for a bottle of olives, said Caroline gravely,
and in spite of herself, Rose flushed. Oh, how she hated, grinds that Warhorn rims spectacles.
The two were greeted joyfully by the rest of the girls, who would never know just how near they had been to discovery.
I guess the time's up for your watch, Rose, said Billy. Come on, let's draw lots and see who's next.
Laura made a dash for the glass bowl that served as a lottery, but Caroline interrupted.
I'll stand watch for a while, she said, adding as the girls started to protest,
it's hot in here and it's cool in the hall, and I need cooling off.
Will somebody hand me a sandwich once in a while?
I'll say we will, they cried, and immediately began plying her with so many sandwiches and pickles and biscuits that she laughingly protested.
And don't make too much noise, she said, and start.
for the door. You know Miss Ada will be a little suspicious that there's something up and come
snooping around again. Well, you know the signal, Billy whispered after her, scratched twice on the door.
Caroline nodded, glanced at Rose, and went out to her post, sandwiches, pickles, biscuits,
and all. The rest of that evening was not very pleasant for either Caroline or Rose.
Caroline was wondering whether she ought to tell Billy and the other girls that she had found
Rose sneaking, yes actually sneaking, into the room across the hall when she should have been at her
post. Of course, I don't know that she was going to do anything wrong, she kept telling herself,
yet in her heart she knew that Rose had been up to some mischief. But it isn't fair to Billy to
not say anything, she worried. I know Rose, and she's sure to try to get even sometime, and Billy ought to be
told to look out. And all the time she was thinking, her ears were strained for the slightest
noise below stairs. As for Rose, she would have pleaded a headache, for by that time she really
had one, and gone to bed if she had not been afraid of being laughed at by the girls. And so she
stayed on and on, trying to act as if nothing were the matter, laughing and joking with the other
girls, eating sandwiches and cake till she was sick of the very sight of them. While all the time she was
wondering, wondering what Caroline was going to do. She can't really tell anything, she worried,
while her head ached harder and harder. I didn't really do anything. But all the time, she knew
that just leaving her post at the door when so much depended on the girls not being discovered
was a terrible thing, and one that the girls would find hard to forgive should they find out.
If only Caroline doesn't say anything, she thought, adding spitefully, and now I suppose I've got to be
nice to the old thing, whether I want to or not. Meanwhile, the rest of the girls were having a
gay time. Never had a forbidden feast gone off so beautifully before, and they were in hilarious spirits.
As the hourhand of the little clock on Nellie's dresser crept near to midnight, the girls packed up
the fragments of the feast, and, after they had pushed the baskets out of sight under the beds,
drew their chairs together to form a semicircle and began joyfully to tell the most blood-cardlingo's
stories they knew. Each girl had to tell some stories she had read or heard, or if she was so
unfortunate as to never have read or heard any, was forced to make one up out of her own head.
The fun waxed fast and furious, each story being more hair-raising than the last, until it came
to Billy's turn. But I don't know any ghost stories, and I'm no good at making them up, she protested
when the girls looked at her expectantly. I like adventure stories about treasure hunting and robbers and
murderers and things. Well, that'll do, said Laura joyfully, while the other girls shivered
delightedly and drew close together. Tell us a murder story, Billy. Billy was about to open her
mouth in protest when Vye suddenly made a suggestion. I've got the very thing, she cried. Tell the
girls about codfish, Billy. The codfish, they repeated, looking puzzled. While Rose added with a little
yawn, yes, do tell us about the codfish, Billy. It sounds so interesting.
Tone more than the words made Billy angry, but before she had time to retort, the girls broke in eagerly, demanding the story of the codfish.
We caught one one time on a family fishing trip, said one of the girls, taking it for granted that this particular codfish was of the swimming variety, and we had fried codfish stakes for a week afterward.
Billy chuckled while Vi and Laura openly giggled.
But this wasn't that kind of fish, said Billy.
It was a man.
This was almost too much for the girls, who were beginning to think that Billy and Laura and Vi had suddenly gone crazy,
but Billy hurried on to explain about the codfish, growing more and more interested in her story as she went on.
As for the girls, well, they simply hung on her words, and when she came to the part where the thief had dropped her precious trunk in the roadway,
they exclaimed so loudly that Caroline had to warn them to be quiet.
By this time, the guard at the door had been removed, as there was a little.
little danger of discovery at so late an hour. Well, sighed Connie Danvers, when Billy had finished her
story, I wish something like that would happen to me sometimes. It sounds just like a storybook.
But you should have caught him, Nellie objected. The Nellie had heard of Billy's wonderful good fortune
in finding the old trunk. She had never heard the details of the part the codfish had played in it
until tonight. It gives me the shivers to think that an awful thing like that, with
red hair and a fishy mouth should be wandering around loose. I'm sure I'll dream of him tonight,
said one of the other girls plaintively. Speaking of dreams, said Billy, getting to her feet so quickly
that she almost upset the girl beside her. Don't you all think we'd better get back to our dorm?
It's after midnight, and I'm awfully afraid of Miss Ada. Well, I'm not. Not after tonight,
said Laura. You surely did fool the pickle with your snoring, Billy. Yes, but next time somebody else will have
to do the snoring, said Billy, with a rueful little smile. There followed, whispered,
good nights interspersed with giggles, and finally the five girls from dormitory seat tiptoed across
the hall, and, silent as mice, crept into their own room. Quickly, they undressed and slipped
into their white nightgowns, listening breathlessly every once in a while for some sound
that might tell of discovery. None came, however. The big house was silent as a tomb, and
Billy was just about to slip into bed when she happened to look out of the window.
The moon was bright, bathing the smooth lawn of three towers in a light almost as bright as day,
so that Billy could not have been mistaken in what she saw.
A man ran quickly, furtively across the lawn, and disappeared into the shadow of the trees bordering the lake.
Billy's heart amazingly skipped a beat and then stood still.
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mystery. For several minutes, Billy Bradley stood at the window, straining her eyes in the direction
in which the man had disappeared, scarcely daring to breathe. Then, when she was sure that,
whoever the fellow was, he did not intend to come back, she turned from the window with a little
sigh of mingled excitement and relief. It was only a sigh,
But it sounded so loud in the stillness of the room that it suddenly brought Billy to her senses.
Shivering a little, she crept into bed and drew the covers up under her chin.
It would never do to be discovered by Miss Ada at this last minute, and she certainly could not do any good by standing there staring out of the window.
Whoever the man was, he had gone now and would not.
not return. But could she be sure of that? Supposed he had been a thief. She shivered and drew the
covers over her head. In that case, she should have roused Miss Ada and told her the story.
But then Miss Ada's first question was sure to be, how did you happen to be standing by the window
at 12 o'clock at night? Then would come suspicion, a search.
perhaps, and discovery. No, she couldn't. She couldn't. But what had that man been doing?
For more than an hour she lay, too excited to sleep, shivering at any sudden sound, wondering,
wondering. Toward morning she fell asleep, only to dream of picnics where one did nothing but catch codfish
and eat them, of a strange man with a stooping figure running across a lawn bathed in moonlight.
Luckily for the girls who had been at the party, there were other girls in dormitory C who had gone to
bed at the usual respectable hour, Amanda Peabody and Eliza Dilks, for instance, and who, as usual,
heard the rising bell. If it had not been for them and the noise they made,
Billy and the others of the five might have slept on till noon.
As it was, they rose resentfully, finding it hard to get their eyes open, looking for their
clothes half-heartedly, grumbling at everything and everybody. It was Billy, who had slept
less than any of them, who whispered a warning to them. She had seen Eliza and Amanda,
eyeing them suspiciously. It would never do, after having managed the party so successfully,
to let the cat out of the bag after the affair was over. The argument appealed to the girls,
and they woke up with a suddenness almost more suspicious than their former sleepiness had been.
It was not till noon that Billy found a chance to tell the girls what she had seen from the
dormitory window after the rest of them were in bed. By that time, the evidence of last night's
party had been cleared away, and the girls were beginning to feel secure again. One by one,
they had run back to the dormitories between classes, made the remnants of the feast into small
paper bundles, and had smuggled them down to the cellar, and deposited them in the big box where all the
papers and other rubbish was kept until the man of all work about three towers carted off
into the woods to be burnt up. So now, in hilarious spirits, they answered Billy's call and flung
themselves in various characteristic and joyful attitudes upon her bed.
Speak, woman, speak, Laura commanded her, stealing a chocolate from Vy's sweater pocket. What have you
got to say for yourself? Yes, what do you mean by getting up such a disgraceful affair as
happened here last night? added Nellie Bain in such an exact imitation of Miss Ada's manner
that the girls giggled delightedly. Look out, cried Connie Danvers in a whisper,
for Amanda and the shadow had just come into the room. If you are not careful, our wicked plot will yet be
discovered. What is it you wanted to say, Billy? asked Caroline in her matter-of-fact tone.
If it's anything very private, I'd guess we'd better move. Caroline had been thinking about Rose and
the happening of the night before, thinking till her head ached, but she had not yet decided what to
do about it. As for Rose, her head ached too. She knew. She knew, she knew. She knew, she knew, and she had not yet decided what to do about it.
As for Rose, her head ached too. She knew what she was going to do about it. Some way or other,
she was going to get even with Billy, and Caroline, too, big snooping spectacled thing.
It isn't a bit private, said Billy, looking so serious that the girls suddenly became serious, too.
It was about something I saw last night after, she was about to say, after the party,
but as Amanda and her shadow had come dangerously near and were listening with all their ears,
she decided not to.
Well, what was it you saw?
The girls demanded impatiently as she hesitated.
Billy lowered her voice and spoke hurriedly.
I saw him going across the lawn. He was running, and while I watched he disappeared among the trees near the lake.
A man? asked Vai, while the others stared.
Of course, Billy nodded impatiently. What did you think it was? A grizzly bear?
It might have beads from your description, Vi retorted. But right here the girls broke in with a running fire
of questions and Billy was kept busy trying to answer them all at once.
But Billy, why didn't you tell somebody? Vi asked. But Laura crushed her with a look.
Tell somebody, she repeated scornfully. How could she and give the whole... But this time it was Laura
who suddenly came to a standstill, the reason being a vicious little pinch from Billy in the
fleshy part of her arm. Hush! she whispered fiercely, while all the girls looked alarmed.
Haven't you any sense at all? And Laura, feeling very sheepish, did not even answer back.
For Amanda and the shadow, we're still making excuses to hang around.
But Billy, what are we going to do about it? asked Connie nervously.
Yes, we don't want funny-looking men wandering around our campus at night, said Rose, lazily straightening a ruffle on her dress.
No, nor in the daytime either, said Nellie, looking fierce.
Well, you all needn't look at me as if it were my fault, said Billy plaintively.
I certainly didn't ask him to come and keep me awake all the rest of him.
the night. But nobody's answered my question, Connie objected. I want to know what we're going to do
about it. Why, there's nothing to do about it, said Billy. I suppose all we can do is wait till we
see him again, if we do, and then tell Miss Walters about it. At that moment, the gong rang,
and hands flew to straightening hair and belts and ruffles preparatory to starting the afternoon classes.
Well, all I have to say is, said Nellie as they turned toward the door,
that I hope your strange man stays where he belongs, Billy, and doesn't come back here.
So say we all of us, said Connie, adding with a shudder,
Ugh, your story about the codfish last night, Billy, and now this?
It's enough to scare a person to death.
There you go, blaming me again, said Billy plaintively.
In the weeks that followed, the girls very nearly forgot about the unknown man,
who certainly had no business roaming around Three Towers Hall after midnight.
The only thing the chums did not like about the boarding
school was the twin Dill Pickles. The latter were getting more and more miserly, insisting that the
girls were getting too much to eat and that they should be allowed a great deal less liberty.
In short, if the twin teachers had had their way, three towers might have been a prison instead
of a boarding school. However, said Billy one day, after Miss Cora Dill had, had
been unusually unpleasant. Perhaps we need the dill pickles. If we didn't have them, we might be
too happy. The girls from North Bend had now become fully settled at the school. They had made a
number of other friends, but so far their enemies seemed to be confined to Amanda Peabody and her
constant companion, Eliza Dilks. Except Billy, that is,
who added Miss Cora Dill and Rose Belser to her enemy list.
Amanda was becoming known as the sneak of the school,
but for this she did not seem to care.
I wouldn't want such a reputation as that, said Laura one day.
Nor I either, answered Billy.
The boys from Buxton Military Academy had been over to see the girls several times.
rules were very strict at Three Towers Hall, and if the lads had not been related, the boys could
probably never have been admitted at all, but Chet and Teddy could come in, and once or twice they
managed to smuggle poor furred along.
I wish we could go out for a row on the lake, remarked Billy one evening, as she gazed at
the moonlight on the water. Her wish was gratified the very next day.
The boys invited them out, having first obtained Miss Walter's consent to let them go.
Rose Belser had looked and smiled her prettiest, and that was a good deal, the first time she happened to meet the boys and girls together.
But as the boys were too much interested in the fun they were going to have to take much notice of her,
she had merely tossed her pretty black head and sauntered off in the opposite direction.
somehow or other, I can't get next to that girl Rose, remarked Chet to his sister when the whole crowd was out at the lake.
Well, Rose is rather peculiar in some respects, answered Billy, not caring to say too much.
What do you say to a race? cried Teddy after they had been rowing around for a while.
Don't upset, exclaimed Vi warningly.
No upsetting today, thank you, put in Ferd, who was in the crowd.
The girls were quite willing that the boys should race, and away they went up the lake for half a mile or more.
Teddy was carrying Billy, and, of course, he exerted himself to the utmost to win the race.
Here is where we put it all over you, cried Chet, who is carrying Laura.
this race belongs to me panted fird who had vie as a passenger a number of the boys and girls on the lake shore were watching the contest and wondering who would win in the crowd more out of curiosity than anything else were Amanda and Eliza
huh I wouldn't care to be on the lake with those boys snapped Amanda. First thing they need to be on the lake with those boys snapped Amanda
first thing they know they'll upset.
They must be splashing water all over each other, was Eliza's comment.
At first, it was almost an even race, but gradually Chet and Teddy drew ahead.
Oh, I guess it's going to be a tie, murmured Billy.
Not much, gasped Teddy, and put on an extra spurt, which says,
soon sent him quite a distance ahead.
Hurrah, we win! shouted Billy triumphantly.
All right, I guess you do, flung out her brother. I guess I ate too much for dinner.
That's the reason I couldn't row so well, he explained, lamely.
Oh dear, I wish we got as much as that to eat, sighed Laura.
The boat race had just come
to a finish when those out on the lake heard a cry from the shore. There seemed to be a great commotion
among the girls from Three Towers Hall. We'll go back and see what's up, shouted Ferd, and those in the
rowboats lost no time in following the suggestion. They were still a hundred feet or more from the
lake shore when they saw what had happened. In their eagerness to see the finish of the race,
Amanda Peabody and Eliza Dilks had ventured out on a soft bank, holding to some low bushes for that purpose.
Bushes and bank had given way suddenly, and both girls had gone floundering into the water and mud up to their waist.
Now they had been pulled to safety, and their chums, seeing that they were not hurt, set up a shout of laughter.
You are mean things, that's what you are, cried Amanda in vexation.
The meanest ever was, echoed Eliza.
And then the two dripping figures hurried for the friendly shelter of the boarding school.
Gracious, what a happening, was Vise comment.
And then she added quickly, but they deserved it.
They certainly did, responded Laura.
What a fine thing it would be if they would leave this school.
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The Quarrel
There was a secret club among the girls at Three Towers Hall
and only the students who stood first in their classes
could be admitted to the chosen circle.
Also, the girls who were lucky enough to be elected to the
Ghost Club, for that was what the society was called,
must be popular among their fellow students.
There was an unwritten law that membership in the club should not exceed 15.
Rose Belser was the president of the club,
while Connie Danvers and several of the other girls with whom Billy and her chums were on the best of terms,
were fellow members.
Caroline Brent had been asked to join, but had refused on the grounds that the club took
too much time from her studies. It was a compliment to Caroline that, in spite of her refusal,
the girls, all except Rose Belser, liked her just the same. Billy and her chums had not been in
three towers a week before they had heard of the secret club. No one but the members themselves
even knew the name of it and had realized how much all the girls longed to be members of it.
So when one day Connie came to Billy and whispered something in her ear, it was no wonder that Billy's heart beat a little faster.
But all Connie had really said was,
We want to see you and Laura and Vi outside near the old maple tree at 10 tonight.
It's very important. Don't keep us waiting.
And Billy, in a voice she tried hard to keep natural,
said that they would not keep her waiting. And when she imparted the mysterious message to Laura and
Vi, they gaped at her, then pulled her down on a bench. It was noon, and they had come out for a bit
of sunshine and fresh air before the afternoon lessons, and showered her with questions.
But Billy, didn't she say why she wanted to see us? cried Laura. And who wants to see us?
added by,
I've told you just exactly what she said,
Billy answered a little impatiently,
while her eyes shone with excitement.
She said it was very important
and not to keep them waiting.
I bet I know what it is, said Laura,
almost afraid to put her hope into words.
It's the secret society, Billy.
The secret society?
Vi repeated in an odd voice, while two girls who were passing paused and looked at them curiously.
Oh, Laura, it couldn't be. Billy, do you think it is? She looked eagerly at Billy. Then her gaze
traveled on to the two curious girls who were still lingering within earshot, and she sat up so
straight that Billy and Laura looked at her in surprise. As usual, the loiterers were Amanda and her
shadow, and as they saw Vise eyes upon them, they smiled unpleasantly. Hello, said Amanda,
coming over to the girls, while the shadow lingered behind. The latter was not quite as bold as
Amanda, nor quite as mean. I heard you say something about the secret society. Are you invited?
The last words were said with such a sneer and the grin on her face was so aggravating
that the girls felt their blood begin to boil. Billy jumped to her feet and faced Amanda,
both hands clenched at her sides. We've stood. We've stood.
just about as much as we're going to from you, Amanda, she said, her eyes blazing.
You've done nothing. You and Eliza, but spy upon us ever since we came to three towers.
And I'll tell you right now, we're tired of it.
Oh, you are, said Amanda, her grin a little wider, while Laura and Vi alarmed to what they saw was going to be a
real quarrel at last, got up and stood beside Billy. Other girls who had come out on the
campus gathered around them curiously. Well, what do you think you're going to do about it?
I don't know yet, said Billy, trembling with fury, for usually good-natured, fun-loving Billy,
had a whirlwind of a temper when she was roused. But,
We'll make you stop your spying and mean tricks if we have to try your stunt and go to Miss Walters about it.
What's this? asked a cool, pleasant voice behind them, and the girls turned quickly to find Miss Walters looking on gravely.
What is it you want to come to me about, Beatrice?
But Billy turned all colors of the rainbow and stood as if stricken suddenly,
dumb. A minute before she had been furious. Now she was only ashamed. How could she explain to Miss
Walters without telling about Amanda? That would be telling tales, and in spite of her threat,
that was the very last thing Billy wanted or intended to do. Beneath Miss Walters' steady gaze,
she hung her head.
come speak up beatrice miss walters commanded not unkindly for like almost everyone in three towers hall she had come to love reckless sweet-natured billy and even laughed at her pranks in secret
i've asked you a question and my girls are in a habit of answering me please said poor billy without looking up i won't
want to answer you, Miss Walters, but I don't know how I can without telling tales.
Was there a quarrel? questioned Miss Walters. Her faith's still grave, for she disliked that kind of thing.
If you can't tell me about it without telling tales, here the faintest of smiles flitted across her
face. I want you at least to tell me that you are no longer angry and that a scene of this
kind will never happen again. Here, Beatrice, shake hands with Amanda and be friends again.
Billy looked more startled at this than at anything that had happened so far. Shake hands
with Amanda. Pretend they were friends again? Why, they were friends? Why, they. They're.
had never been friends. Instinctively, she put her hands behind her back. Then she looked up at
Miss Walters appealingly. Please, Miss Walters, she said, won't it be enough if I tell you I'm sorry
I made a scene and that I'll never do it again? I won't. Truly, I won't. Yes, that will do,
answered Miss Walters. Her eyes really smiling now. She was thinking that if she had had a daughter,
she would have liked her to be like Billy. Only remember, I have your word that it will never happen again.
Come now, it is almost time for afternoon class. And she led the way back across the lawn.
The girls followed in groups of two and three, while Amanda and the
shadow brought up the rear. There was a smile on Amanda's face, and for the first time since she had
come to three towers, she was exultant. She had succeeded in making Billy furious, had seen her
called to account, gently of course, altogether too gently for Billy was Miss Walter's pet,
but called to account nevertheless, and before a crowd of her.
classmates. That ought to hold her for a while. As for Billy herself and Laura and Vi, they were
desperate. You ought to have told Miss Walters about Amanda, Billy, Laura said over and over again.
You shouldn't have let that old sneak get away with it. Did you see her smile when Miss Walters
turned away? Oh, if only I could give her what I would.
want to give her. Laura's hands clasped and unclasped nervously as she talked, and her eyes snapped.
Yes, that's just what she was waiting for, said by, hardly less furious than Laura.
If you only hadn't answered her, Billy, had just looked at her with your nose in the air and
turned away. That makes her mad enough to murder you. Oh, I know it. I'm
I know it, said Billy, still ashamed to look anyone in the face.
She had broken one of the rules and had been reprimanded for it by Miss Walters in public.
There was no getting over that.
If it had been one of the dill pickles, she would not have minded so much.
But Miss Walters.
Never mind, Vy whispered in her ear.
Miss Walters doesn't like Amanda any more than we do, and she just scolded you because she had to,
and I know she liked the way you refused to tell tales. I saw it in the way she looked at you.
At this, Billy brightened and glanced up hopefully. Well, I'm glad if there's something she can
like about me, she answered, and just then the gong echoing through the hall sent them scurrying
to their classes. In the excitement of the scene with Amanda, the girls had almost forgotten their
mysterious engagement for 10 o'clock that evening. But when they did think of it again, it had the
effect of making them forget everything else. The afternoon dragged on. Evening came with supper,
and then at last they were in the dormitory pretending to undress with the other girls
while they really left most of their clothing on.
When everything was dark and the whole place seemingly asleep,
they got out of bed quietly, stole softly down the stairs,
and finally came out into the moonlit night.
The old maple tree where they were to meet Connie
was a magnificent old giant, which the girls had always admired,
set back a little way in the woods.
The place had probably been picked out because nobody,
happening to look from the windows of three towers,
would be able to see anything but shadows and waving branches.
When the girls, moving softly over twigs and branches
so as to make no noise,
finally came to the meeting place,
they were surprised and a little alarmed to find,
no one there. The woods were dark and silent, save for the soft murmuring of the wind among the
trees. Nobody's here, said Vye, glancing nervously over her shoulder.
Suppose nobody comes, whispered Laura. Maybe it's all a joke. Well, if it is, said Billy,
with a rueful little smile, the joke is on us. End of Chapter 7.
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The Codfish again.
It seemed an age while Bill
and Laura and Vye stood under the maple tree before anything happened.
It really was only about five minutes.
Then a sound was heard through the darkness.
It was the cracking of a twig.
The girls started,
and Billy, drawing some bushes aside,
peered out in the direction of the sound.
What she saw made her draw her breath in sharply.
and Laura and Vi drew closer looking over her shoulder.
Ten ghost-like figures were coming quickly toward them
across the moonlight flooded lawn that surrounded Three Towers Hall.
It looked as though each figure had draped itself from head to foot
in a flowing sheet with places for the eyes and nose and mouth rudely cut out.
The girls watching in half-frightened silence were reminded of the Clu-Clux clown of post-Sivil War days, which they had seen once or twice in moving pictures.
Do you suppose it's the girls dressed up like that?
Laura whispered, beginning to wish herself back in the security of the dormitory.
Of course, who else could it be? said Billy.
trying to make her voice sound natural when the skin on the back of her neck was beginning to crawl.
For goodness sake, don't let them think you're scared whatever you do, she whispered fiercely,
as the first of the white-draped figures reached the woods.
That's probably just what they're trying to do.
The leader of the ghosts, as they had already dubbed them in their minds,
came to a halt just a few feet in front of the chums,
and her followers drew up behind her.
Then they stood there, motionless as the trees around them,
looking at Billy and Laura and Vye,
through those ghastly white masks until the girls thought they must scream.
They afterward found out that this one,
was the silence test, that unless the girls passed this first test, they were unworthy to belong to the
ghost club. And passing the test consisted of doing what the girls were doing now, although they did not
know it, just standing still and waiting for the head ghost to speak. And finally, when the girls
felt that they could no longer stand it, but must dash out of the dark woods and away from the
ghostly motionless figures, the head ghost spoke. We have come, it said, to ask you a question.
There followed another silence. And Billy, not knowing just what was expected of her,
but wishing to be polite, said rather weakly,
Yes, ma'am.
For a minute it looked as if the meeting would be broken up.
For who could be dignified and ghostly,
when addressed as ma'am,
there was a giggle from among the ghosts,
and one or two of them began to double up as if with silent laughter.
But once again, the head ghost lifted its hand,
or whatever looked more like a wing under the sheet, and her followers straightened up.
And that question is, said the head ghost, in a voice not quite so solemn as before.
Do you believe in ghosts?
This was a poser.
The girls never had believed in ghosts, but how could they say so to this white-clad group?
they had either to tell a fib or offend their visitors.
Billy, acting as spokesman, chose the fib.
We never used to, she said, and for the life of her, she could not keep the laughter out of her voice.
But I think we shall after tonight.
Ah, said the head goes softly, and it seemed as if there were a little stir
in the group behind her.
Then come closer, for I would ask you yet one other question.
Obediently the chums came closer, although they would much rather have stayed where they were,
and the head ghost put her second question.
Listen, she said solemnly, lowering her voice at least two degrees more.
Listen well, for it is a matter of great import.
Would you be one of us?
In the silence that followed, the girls could almost hear their hearts beat.
This was the secret society to which every girl in three towers longed to belong, and they, Billy, Laura, Vi, were being asked to join.
The last question of the head ghost could mean nothing else.
They hesitated a moment, too dazed to answer, and the head ghost repeated its question.
Would you be one of us, it asked.
Answer quickly.
Yes or no.
Billy took a chance on her chums and took the plunge.
Yes.
She answered breathlessly.
Ah, tis well, came in solemn tones from the white mask of the leader.
Then she waved her arm toward the white-clad figures behind her,
and the latter moved up till they were close to her.
You understand, said the leader then,
that one cannot change from a human to a ghost in a minute.
There are different stages.
to be gone through.
Spider!
She lifted her hand again,
and one of the girls separated herself
from the group and came forward.
As she faced
the leader, she shivered
as if with a chill,
raised her hands in the air,
and still, shivering horribly,
lowered them to her sides again.
The girls learned afterward
that this was only a sort of salute
which every member of the
Ghost Club was supposed to give its leader. But here, at night, with the wind sighing through the
trees and weird shadows all about, the thing looked so uncanny that once more the girls had a
wild desire to run away and hide. What is it your ghost ship? asked the one addressed as
spider, and although the voice was disguised, the girls were sure it belonged to Connie Danvers.
They began to feel more at home.
Tell these humans, the head ghost ordered, what they will have to go through to be initiated
into the ghost club.
Come forward, one at a time.
But would it not be better to show them?
asked Spider, and this time the girls were sure it was Connie.
Show them by all means, said the head ghost.
And then the girls knew they were in for it.
They had heard of initiations before,
and what ridiculous things the girls and boys who were lucky or unlucky enough to be initiated
had to go through with.
But in every case they had heard of, the clubs and fraternities had been human ones.
The initiation into a ghost club was sure to be much worse.
The leader of the ghost club raised her hand again, and three girls sprang forward from the group behind her.
Before the girls knew what was happening to them, they found their hands pinned behind them,
while huge sheets were flung over their heads.
The girls that were doing all this to them
tied something that felt like ropes around their waist,
pulled the sheets into shape,
and the girls found to their great relief
that there were eye and nose and mouth holes,
similar to those in the strange robes worn by the ghosts themselves.
After that, they went through strange and weird experiences,
that they remembered in their dreams for a long time afterward.
They were taught the shiver salute,
bandages were tied over their eyes, or rather eye holes,
and queer, slimy, crawly things were pressed into their hands.
They were forced to swallow things that felt like particularly fat and squirmy worms.
It was no wonder that the stomachs of the girls threatened to turn in
side out. Several times they were on the point of revolt, but always they choked back protests and did
as they were told. For to have come so near being members of the secret society of three towers,
and then to lose out at the last minute because they had not nerve enough to go through with the
initiation would have been real tragedy. So they gritted their teeth and went ahead. At least,
last it was over. The bandages were taken off their eyes, and they were led before the head ghost
to take the final oath of allegiance when a strange thing happened. Billy, happening to glance through
the trees to the bright patch of lawn beyond, uttered a startled cry, for across that bright
patch of lawn, a man was running, crouched and furtive.
Girls, she cried, forgetting the club, forgetting everything but this new and startling fact,
look, quick, here, through the trees. They crowded behind her, stirred by the note of excitement in her
voice, straining their eyes on the direction she had pointed. The man was just about to
enter the shelter of the woods when the snapping of a twig under Laura's foot caused him to stop
and look about him, startled. In that brief second, the moon shone full upon his face,
and with a start of sheer amazement, Billy recognized him. It's the codfish, she cried.
Girls, it's the codfish! The codfish! They repeated in excitement, and Laura shook
her arm wildly. Billy, are you sure? She asked, then gave a gasp of amazement and dismay.
For Billy, forgetting how ridiculous she must look in her ghostly garb, had started in pursuit.
She's crazy, cried the head ghost, speaking this time in the voice of Rose Bulsar.
Someone go after her quick and get her back.
Suppose one of the pickles should see her from the house.
But before she could finish, Laura was racing like mad after her chum.
Billy had stopped at the edge of the woods and was listening for some sound that might tell her in what direction the man had disappeared.
Laura grasped the sheet that enfolded Billy and tugged on it wildly.
Billy, come back, come back! she cried.
we may be seen from the house any minute.
But it was the codfish, cried Billy wildly.
If I only had a gun or something.
Yes, but you haven't, and he probably has.
Laura was dancing with impatience,
glancing now over her shoulder at the dark woods,
now toward the house, standing out boldly in the moonlight.
Billy, for goodness sake, don't be so crazy. We can't do anything. So Billy at last allowed herself to be dragged away.
They found the ghosts talking excitedly about what had happened, and every once in a while a girl would glance nervously over her shoulder into the dark shadows of the woods.
Goodness, he must be a regular robber.
Connie said in an excited whisper.
And to think it's Billy's codfish, the man who stole her trunk, said another,
I'm scared to death.
Don't you think we better go back?
Asked by her teeth chattering.
I guess so, agreed Connie, looking fearfully about her.
He may be in the woods now.
He may even be listening to what we say.
This was enough for the girls. Without even a backward glance, they scurried across the lawn like so many little white phantoms, and in at the side door of Three Towers Hall.
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Billy Bradley at Three Towers Hall by Janet Wheeler. Chapter 19. Robbed
For days the girls could think of little else than the initiation into the ghost club
and their startling meeting with the codfish. Whenever they could get together between
classes or at noon or before they went to bed, these were the topics of conversation,
and of these the codfish held first place.
"'He must be a real burglar,' Connie said,
"'during one of these gatherings.'
"'Of course he was,' said Rose, looking a little bored.
"'Restectable men don't sneak around places at all hours of the night.'
"'But what in the world did he want?' Laura asked wonderingly.
"'You wouldn't think he'd come out from the woods at all,
"'especially when there's such a bright moon.
"'He might be sure someone would see him.'
"'Oh, I don't know,' said Billy thoughtfully.
"'He probably knows the rules of three towers,
and that the girls were all supposed to be in bed before ten o'clock,
and I suppose he felt safe enough.
We should have been in bed, you know, she added, dimpling mischievously.
But I wonder what he was sneaking round three towers for, Laura went on,
unwilling to change the subject, for to Laura, mysteries were the very breath of life.
Maybe he's waiting for a chance to rob us, said Vi, in an awed little voice, and the girls shuddered.
Well, I hope he changes his mind, said Nellie Bain anxiously,
I never did like burglars very much.
But as the days went by and nothing further happened,
the mystery of the codfish was pushed a little into the background.
In the first place, the chums were having the time of their lives in the ghost club,
and proud as can be of having been chosen for membership.
The only one who was not particularly happy was Rose Belser.
Of course she had not wanted the girls in the club at first.
But the rest of the club did want them,
and she was afraid that if she was the only one who voted against them, it would make her unpopular
with the rest. Then, too, she reasoned with herself, if she hoped to get even with Billy,
the only thing was to have her around until she saw her chance. And all the time the twin dill
pickles were getting so obnoxious that more than once the girls were upon the point of revolt.
From day to day it was only Miss Race, the mathematics teacher, who stood between them in open
rebellion. For Miss Race was a staunch friend of the girls, and in her heart disliked Miss Ada and
Miss Cora as much as they did. Whenever things got a little bit too bad, Miss Race would have a
secret conversation with Miss Walters, who in her turn would have a little talk with the two Miss
Dills. Then for a space of a day or two, the girls would have comparative comfort. However, in spite
of all efforts on the part of Miss Race, conditions were steadily growing worse for the girls.
Things went on very much the same, without much change one way or another, while autumn merged
into winter and the snow began to fly. There was a good deal of snow in the early part of that winter,
and sledding parties became more and more frequent. There was a splendid hill for coasting
near three towers, and here the girls gathered almost every afternoon after classes.
Sometimes, very often, in fact, there were boys, too, brothers and friends of the girls,
boys who attended Boxton Military Academy.
It was great sport, even more thrilling than rowing or canoeing had been,
so that when Lake Malada froze over, the girls were joyful at the prospect of more fun.
There would be skating, and Billy Bradley and her two of special friends were splendid skaters.
Before long, the lake was full of joyful, shouting boys and girls whenever the weather was fine,
and as for Chet and Teddy and Ferd, they walked a mile from Boxston Academy almost every afternoon.
"'Let's have a race,' Billy suggested one day,
skating up to a group of her chums.
Her cheeks for Rosie with wind and exercise,
and her brown hair had escaped in little curling strands about her ears.
Teddy, looking up at her,
thought that she looked like the picture of a girl in the magazine cover
that he had seen not so very long before.
All right, he said, doing a fancy step on the ice
that almost landed him on his nose.
Shall we take partners?
Yes, we shall.
Billy, will you be mine? The rest of the girls giggled, all but rose, who had taken a great
liking to handsome Teddy. It did not at all fancy the way he always singled out Billy, the little cat,
and Billy made a face at Teddy. I'll think about it, she teased, then drew the boys and girls around
her while she outlined the course of the race. Now, she said, we'll skate straight ahead
till we come to where the lake takes that sudden bend. Then we'll double, and whoever passed
the big Mabel Tree First will win. Who's going in this race? It's seen that nearly everybody
wanted to, everybody who could get a partner, that is, and in a minute or two a score of
merry young figures were flying over the ice in a gallant effort to make the turn and get back
to the old Mabel first. It was a pretty scene, at least Caroline Brandt thought so, but Rose Balser,
sitting close beside her, scraping her skates along the ice until she made two ugly little ridges
in it, did not agree with her.
There was Billy, taking the center of the stage again as usual, and there was Caroline looking after her with a smile.
Well, Caroline could smile. She had never been the most popular girl at Three Towers, although most of the girls did like her at that.
Billy wasn't taking her place, and she dug still more viciously at the ice.
Better not do that, said Caroline, bringing her eyes back from the flying figures and looking at the ugly ridges Rose had made.
somebody's apt to tumble over them and get hurt.
I wish they would, said Rose savagely.
Then added with a mean little smile that suddenly reminded Caroline of Amanda Peabody,
I suppose Billy would like to fall so that Teddy Jordan would have a chance to pick her up.
Rose, stop saying such things, Caroline said.
But further speech was prevented when the girl's voice hailed them excitedly.
They turned to see Nellie Bain running toward them at full speed.
Girls, the most awful thing has happened, she panted, when she came within speaking.
distance. Miss Race was coming home from town a few minutes ago, and suddenly a man stepped out from the
bushes near the road and held her up. Held her up, they gasped, and Caroline added sharply,
Do you mean she was robbed? Yes, answered Nellie, still panting with eyes wide with excitement,
and for what she said, I'm sure it was the codfish. At that minute the skaters sped down upon them,
Teddy and Billy winning triumphantly by about a yard.
Caroline skated over to them, calling her story as she went.
It was a minute or two before she could make them understand.
You say one of the teachers was robbed? asked Ford.
Then Caroline told the story all over again,
while Nellie shouted to them from the shore,
for Nellie had on no skates and did not dare venture out in the ice without them.
Before she had finished, the boys were tearing wildly for the bank
with the girls close behind them.
there they sat down and tore their skates off asking questions all the while did you say it was just the other side of the gate chet asked say if we hurry fellows we may have a chance to find him who would ever have thought of that old codfish turning up again
don't talk work cried teddy getting rid of his skates and stamping his numbed feet to get the blood back into them we missed that fellow once before and we're not going to miss him again if we can help it ready fellows you bet ferdin chet cried
and the three were off on a run, the first of the boys to start.
Behind them, the girls were still fumbling with numbed fingers at their skates.
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Chet plays the hero.
The boys stopped at the gate of Three Towers Hall,
not knowing just what to do next.
All they knew was that Miss Race had been held up and robbed
only a few hundred feet from the gate,
and that the robber had disappeared in the bushes
at the left-hand side of the road.
We'll have to spread out, Teddy said in an excited voice.
Probably the fellow doesn't expect to be followed,
because he thinks there are only women and girls around three towers,
and he's probably around near here somewhere, counting over his loot.
There are five of us.
He went on quickly, noticing that two more boys had come up from the lake on a run.
And if we go in the woods one at a time and circle about, we ought to find the thief.
Don't you think we'd better get Miss Race? asked Chet eagerly.
She'd be able to show us just where the fellow disappeared,
and everything.
But it will take too long,
Ferd was objecting,
when Miss Race herself,
with two or three of the other teachers
and Miss Walters,
came hurrying toward them.
"'What are you going to do, boys?' asked Miss Walters,
looking worried.
The boys explained quickly,
and Teddy, turning eagerly to Miss Race,
asked her to go with them
as far as the woods
and point out the place
where the thief had disappeared.
Miss Race was still white from
her fright, but she was angry, too, for the pocketbook she had lost contained a good deal of money.
Yes, I'll go, she said, then added, turning quickly to her principal.
That is, if you don't mind Miss Walters.
Miss Walters still looked troubled, but she shook her head slowly.
I think it will be all right, she said, adding as the boys started eagerly off.
Only be careful, boys, and don't get hurt.
The man may be desperate if he finds himself cornered.
The girl started to follow the boys, but Miss Walters checked them.
You can't help, she said when they looked at her reproachfully.
And since I'm responsible for you, you will stay right here.
Meanwhile, the boys and Miss Race were running down the road.
Yes, even Miss Race, who was never very dignified, was running.
Suddenly they came to a trampled place in the road.
showing that some struggle had taken place there.
It was right here, said Miss Race, her eyes black with excitement.
And he ran across the road and disappeared in that thick mass of bushes.
Then he covered me with his gun and told me to beat it while the beating was good.
The rat, cried Chet indignantly.
Come on, fellows, I want to get my hands on that rascal.
eagerly the boys started for the woods, but Teddy turned back suddenly and called to Miss
Race.
You'd better go back now, he said, and Miss Race's eyes twinkled at his grown-up tone.
There isn't anything more you can do, and if there are any bullets flying around, we don't want you to get them.
Please, he added impatiently, as she did not move.
No, I'm going to stay right here, she answered.
him firmly, and when Miss Ray spoke in that tone, everybody knew that she meant what she said.
Go along, but don't take too many risks. Remember, the man is armed. So Teddy disappeared after his
comrades, and Miss Race waited nervously in the road, expecting she hardly knew what. It seemed a long
time that she stood there, dreading any moment to hear a shot, blaming herself for sending the boys
on such a hunt.
I'd rather lose a hundred pocketbooks,
she scolded herself,
than have a finger of one of those boys hurt.
I wish I hadn't said anything about it.
As for the boys,
they were beginning to despair
of ever finding the thief
and were calling themselves
all sorts of names
for ever thinking they would
when suddenly Chet walked out of the woods
and almost upon him.
It was so sudden
that the boy almost yelled,
in his surprise, but all he really did was clap his hand over his mouth and stare, for he had come
so softly that the man had not even heard him. He was crouched over something that Chet could not
see, probably the stolen pocketbook. His revolver lay beside him on the ground, close to his right
hand. With his heart in his mouth, for after all with all his courage, he was only a boy,
and the robber was a man, and armed at that.
Chet crept forward, fearful each second of stepping on a twig and giving his presence away.
Nearer and nearer he crept, hardly daring to breathe, until he was right behind the thief,
and the revolver was almost under his feet.
Then, with a motion as quick as a cat's, he stooped and caught tip the revolver.
The next moment he stepped quickly back and covered the thief with it.
"'Hands up!' he cried.
"'Quick there, before I shoot!'
So sudden, so noiseless had been his action
that the thief was taken completely by surprise.
With an exclamation he reached his hand out for his revolver,
then, not finding it, stumbled to his feet.
"'Hands up!' cried Chet sharply.
"'Quick now! This blamed thing might go off!'
The man's hands went up.
But he still kept his back to Chet, his little furtive eyes glancing about for a means of escape.
Turn around, Chet commanded. Then, as the man did not move, he clicked the trigger meaningly.
Say, I think you want to taste the lead in this thing, he added, and there was something in his tone, boyish though it was, that made the man turn quickly.
Chet uttered a gasp of recognition.
So it is you, he said.
I thought it was all the time,
but I couldn't be sure till I'd seen the color of your eyes.
So you're really the codfish.
Pleased to meet you, old man.
Say, cut that out, snarled the codfish,
making as though to spring upon Chet,
but the latter waved his pistol,
and the man evidently changed his mind.
For he stood where he was, hands above his head, eyes glaring.
And so there's the pocketbook, and the nice fat roll of money you just stole from the Three Towers
teacher, Chet went on, his glance shifting from the man to the pocketbook with the money
stuffed hastily in it where the man had left it on the ground.
You thought it was easy, didn't you?
Well, you didn't know you had me to reckon with?
Chet was boy enough to want to strut a little.
Never before had he had a chance to play the real hero.
He probably never would have again, so he wanted to make the most of this.
You little puppy, the man spat out at him.
You think you can get the best of me, don't you?
Let me tell you, no kid can do that.
He made a sudden lunge forward, and Chet,
taken by surprise, stepped backward, caught his foot in a root, and stumbled a little.
He recovered himself in a minute, but in that little space of time the codfish had gone,
disappeared as if the earth had swallowed him up. Then Chet went mad. To have had the thief,
and then to lose him? He started off wildly into the woods, but his foot struck against something,
and, looking down, he saw the pocketbook with the money still in it.
He picked it up, feeling that he had partly played the hero anyway,
for if he had not caught the thief, he had at least recovered the money.
Then he started off on his hunt again,
and this time almost stepped into the arms of Ferd and Teddy.
Say, what's the row? The former yelled at him.
We heard the talking, and thought we'd have a look.
Say, stop pointing that thing at me, will you?
Then get out of my way, yelled Chet, his mind on only one thing. He must catch the codfish.
I'm after the thief, I tell you, get out of my way.
Say, has he gone crazy? asked Teddy. Then his eyes fell on the pocketbook that Chet was still holding tight in his hands.
He got the money. Say, Ferd, he got the money. Chet, you're some hero. Where's the thief?
By this time Chet knew he had no chance of catching the codfish, who now that he was discovered,
was probably running into hiding as fast as he could. So he turned back with the boys and began
excitedly to tell them what had happened.
"'And you really had him, and you let him go again?' cried Ferd and disgust.
"'Well, you poor old fish!'
"'I got the money anyway, didn't I?'
Chet defended himself, adding in a superior tone.
It's more than any of you did, I guess.
You're some boy, Chet. Teddy repeated heartily.
Come on, and let's tell the good news to Miss Race.
Make believe she won't be glad to see her wealth again.
Where are the other fellows?
Chet asked, as they started back.
Oh, they'll be along soon, said Ferd indifferently,
when they can't find old codfish.
they'll come wandering back again.
I wonder if Miss Race has waited, said Teddy, adding as he came near the roadway,
yes, there she is, looking pretty white and scared too.
As they clumped through the heavy bushes, Ferd looked at Chet, gloomily.
Say, make believe I don't envy you, you lucky dog, he said slangily.
Gosh, all the girls will be wanting to skate with you and everything now.
Sure. We'll be left out in the cold, added Teddy mournfully.
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Rating the Pantry
As a matter of fact, Teddy and Ferd and all the other boys too
were left out in the cold more than even they had expected.
Miss Race greeted rapturously the return of her money,
and as for the girls, well, they hung around Chet,
showering him with questions and praise
until it was really a wonder they did not spoil him
entirely. But when the first excitement was over, the boys had gone home, and everything was
quiet again. They could not help feeling sorry that Chet had not kept the codfish when he had him.
And Miss Walters, though she said nothing to the girls, was more worried than any of them.
Why, we'll be afraid to go out at all after dark, Billy said, wide-eyed and excited.
And I'm sure I'll dream of him every night, Laura added with a shudder.
But as the days went by, the girls found other things to worry about than the codfish.
They were having more and more trouble with Miss Ada and Miss Cora.
Then one day there came news that brought the whole matter to a head.
Miss Walters had received a telegram, calling her away suddenly,
and had no way of knowing just when she would be back.
And in the meantime, this part of the news the girls received in horror-stricken silence.
Miss Ada Dill and Miss Cora Dill
were to be left in entire charge of Three Towers Hall.
It was nothing less than tragedy to the girls,
for they knew that now at last the Dill Pickles had their chance,
and they knew too that Miss Ada and Miss Cora
would make the most of it.
The day came when Miss Walters left,
and the girls watched her go with puckered brows and stormy eyes.
"'The meals have been bad enough, goodness knows,' Laura grumbled as they gathered up their books for the first class.
"'But now I suppose we won't get anything to eat.
"'We'll just be prisoners, that's all,' said Billy, her eyes rebellious.
"'I know Miss Cora's hated me from the very first, and now she'll be able to do just about what she pleases to me.
"'But if she gets too funny, I'll—'
Well, I don't know what I'll do, she ended rather helplessly.
And during the next week, the girls' worst fears were realized.
All the liberty that they had enjoyed under Miss Walters was taken away from them,
and as Billy had predicted, they were practically prisoners.
That they could have stood, perhaps, at least until Miss Walters returned,
but that was by no means the worst of it.
The two Miss Dills had always said that the girls could get along,
just as well on far less to eat. In fact, Miss Ada was positive they could study better if they
didn't cram themselves so full of food, and now they set to work to prove their theory.
The meals became skimpier and skimpier, until one day after the noon meal the girls left the
table feeling positively hungry. The afternoon seemed unbearably long, and for the life of them
they could not keep their minds on their books. All they could think of was delicious.
delicious juicy steaks, French-fried potatoes, chicken pie, and strawberry shortcake.
And when girl after girl failed in her recitations, Miss Cora and Miss Ada scolded them so harshly
and said such sarcastic things that it brought the angry red to their faces.
But as the girl said later, they were almost too hungry to fight back.
Two more days passed with conditions getting worse and worse until the girls were becoming weak
from lack of food. Two of the younger girls became faint and sick. We can't stand this much longer,
said Billy. The girls were gathered in Billy's dormitory after supper, and one by one, girls from the other
dormitories joined them. It was fast becoming a mass meeting. We simply can't stand it, Billy went on.
Her little fists clenched angrily at her side. It's all right if they want to take our liberty away.
we can stand that for a little while until Miss Walters comes back.
But when they begin to starve us?
But what are we going to do? asked one girl, helplessly.
We could run them out, I suppose, said one of the older girls gloomily.
But I suppose we'd be run out ourselves as soon as Miss Walters got back.
I don't see why Miss Walters left the pickles in charge anyway,
spoke up another of the girls fretfully.
She knew how horrid they were,
and how they've all the time been picking on us girls.
Well, I don't see that it makes any difference
why Miss Walters did it, Billy broke in,
and there was something in her tone
that made the girls stop talking
and look at her expectantly.
The fact is,
she left the dill pickles in charge,
and they're trying to starve us to death.
Now, what I want to know is this.
Are we just going to stand around and let them do it?
Or are we going to fight?
Fight!
They cried, their pale faces beginning to flush with hope.
What do you want us to do, Billy?
asked Laura eagerly.
Listen, and I'll tell you.
She leaned forward, and one could almost have heard a pin drop in the room.
There's only one way I'm.
know of that we can get food that the pickles don't give to us.
And that?
Is to raid the pantry and storeroom, said Billy, her eyes gleaming.
We'll probably find plenty of cooked things in the pantry, and if we don't, we'll go on into
the storeroom and get canned sardines and vegetables and soup.
I know I don't care what I eat, as long as I get enough of it.
The girls were silent a minute.
staring at Billy half hopefully, half fearfully.
To raid the pantry and storeroom?
It had never been done in all the history of three towers.
It would be open rebellion.
And yet they were hungry, terribly hungry.
Two of them had been faint and sick from lack of food.
Will you do it? asked Billy, her eyes blazing at them.
We will, they almost shouted,
and then rose such a pandemonium
that Billy trying to scream above the noise
found her voice drowned completely.
After a minute they quieted down a little,
enough to listen to her anyway.
Please don't make so much noise, she begged.
We'll be likely to make our raid a great deal easier
if we wait until the cooks are gone
and the teachers are in bed.
We don't care if we are caught,
but we don't want to be caught
until after we've had something to eat.
The girls realized the common sense in this, but it was all they could do to be patient and wait.
The thought of something to eat? All they wanted to eat? After a week of starvation, made them ravenous,
furiously impatient of delay. The time passed at last, however, and when the lights out gonged
sounded through the hall, the girls were apparently in bed and fast asleep. Hardly five minutes
had passed before the doors of the different dormitories opened, and the girls crept singly
or in twos and threes toward the farther end of the hall, until all the hundred-odd girls of
three towers were gathered there, except two. Two of them had stayed behind, and so absorbed were
the other girls that they never noticed the absence of Amanda Peabody and Eliza Biltz.
It may be that Rose noticed, for as she left the dormitory, she looked over at them,
and smiled a little. She had guessed at the truth. For Amanda and Eliza disliked Billy so bitterly
that they would even go hungry for the chance of getting even with her. Miss Ada and Miss Cora
would be very glad to know who had been the ringleader in the rebellion. In the meantime, the girls
satisfied that everyone was present, had started softly down the back stairs which led them by the
shortest way to the kitchen. As Billy had said, they did not care of
they were discovered, except that if they were caught, they would probably have a harder time getting
what they wanted. Billy was in the lead, with Vi and Laura close behind her. They hardly made any noise at
all, and before they knew it, they were facing the closed door that led to the kitchen. Billy swung it
open cautiously, and looked inside. The kitchen was dark, but she knew where the electric switch was,
and the next minute the room was flooded with light. The sudden glare rather frightened the girls,
and they hesitated for a moment.
But only a moment.
They were terribly hungry,
and just across the kitchen was the pantry,
and back of that, the storeroom.
Come on, girls, Billy whispered.
Here's where we get the best of the pickles.
They found cold ham in the refrigerator.
They found bread and butter and crackers and jam.
In the twinkling of an eye,
all these dainties had disappeared,
and they were looking around for more.
Next they raided the storeroom. They found tears upon tears of canned goods, and Billy, because she was the first to find a can opener, was pronounced official can opener and opened cans until her arm ached.
But how good that stolen food tasted? They ate ravenously. They ate with knives and forks and spoons, and when these ran short, they even ate with their hands.
and by and by the brightness came back to their eyes, the color to their cheeks, and they
chattered like joyful magpies. When they could eat no more they filled their pockets with
biscuits and crackers and started back the way they had come. But they only started. For as Billy opened
the door that led to the stairs, she found herself face to face with Miss Cora, Miss Ada, Miss
race and several of the junior teachers. In the background, triumphant smiles upon their faces,
lurked Amanda Peabody and Eliza Dilks.
End of Chapter 21
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Billy Bradley at Three Towers Hall
By Janet D. Wheeler
The Challenge
The girls stood still, awaiting
they did not know what,
while Miss Ada and Miss Cora
swept into the room
followed by the other teachers,
Amanda and the shadow.
The Mrs. Dill carried their noses high in the air
and there was a grim expression around their mouths.
But as the girls glanced from them to Miss Race,
they saw that the latter looked troubled.
A man to analyze it did it, Laura whispered fiercely in Billy's ear.
They waited behind and told on us, the sneaks.
Oh, how I wish!
Silence! cried Miss Coradil, glaring at Laura.
There's any talking done in this place tonight?
I expect to do it.
She paused for a minute, sweeping the girls with an icy glance,
and her eyes rested, accusingly, upon Billy.
Three towers, she said then,
has never before been the scene of such a disgraceful happening.
It is preposterous, unthinkable.
I shudder to think what will happen when Miss Walton.
here's the truth. And of course, she added her eyes still fixed on Billy. You girls would have
never thought of such a thing if you hadn't been put up to it. Fortunately, I have been able to
the name of the person. The word held so much of contempt that Billy's face burned,
who started this disgraceful affair.
By one accord, the girls turned accusing eyes upon Amanda and Eliza,
but the latter only tossed their heads and looked defiant.
Beatrice Bradley! Miss Cora almost spit out the name.
Step forward, if you please.
Poor Billy wanted desperately to run away somewhere and hide,
but she held her head high and her eyes met Miss Cora's squarely.
I want you to tell a truth, said Miss Cora, angered by what she took to be the insolence of the girl.
Did you or did you not propose this outrageous affair?
But this is more than the girls would stand for.
Before Billy had a chance to answer, there arose from different parts of the room,
a score of voices raised in protest.
We all did it.
Billy isn't any more to blame than the rest of us.
It isn't fair. We were all in it together.
Billy had so many defenders that the noise they made
completely drowned Miss Cora's voice
and prevented her from speaking for several moments.
This, of course, only served to make her angrier than before.
I didn't ask you all to talk, she said,
when at last she could make herself heard.
It seemed to me I was speaking to Beatrice Bradley.
I will ask it once more, turning to Billy, who was rather white now.
Were you or were you not the ringleader of this affair?
There was absolute quiet in the room while the girls waited miserably for Billy's answer.
They knew her well enough to know what it would be, even before she spoke.
Then Billy lifted her head and said quietly,
Yes, Miss Dill, I was the one who started the trouble.
I don't think any of the girls would have thought of it if it hadn't been for me.
A ripple of protest rose behind her, but Miss Dill waved it down angrily.
Then by your own confession, she said something of triumph gleaming in her eyes.
You have not only broken all the rules of three towers,
but you have incited the rest of the girls to do likewise.
Have you anything to say for yourself?
No, Miss Dill.
Billy's voice was so low it could hardly be heard.
You're not even sorry?
Miss Cora went on relentlessly.
No, said Billy,
lifting her head and looking Miss Cora straight in the eyes.
We have been nearly starved since Miss Walters left,
and some of the girls have been sick from hunger.
Her voice rose a little, and the color came back to her face
as she flung out a challenge like a flag of war.
I'm sorry, Miss Dill, but if I had to, I would do it all over again.
Miss Cora looked as if she doubted the evidence of her ears,
while a murmur of applause went up from the girls,
Oh, but they were proud of Billy.
You have heard what she said, Miss Coradil turned to the teachers behind her.
Such insolence can only result in expulsion.
Beatrice Bradley, come with me.
The rest of you, she turned fiercely upon the other girls.
We'll go up to your dormitories.
Tomorrow I will deal with you.
As Billy dread in her heart at that awful word,
She was in a spulshin, started toward Miss Cora Dill.
Carolyn Brandt caught her hand and whispered reassuringly in her ear.
Don't worry, she said.
They won't dare expel you.
When Miss Walters hears all about it,
she will be more than likely to expel them.
Billy gave her a wan little smile,
squeezed her hand gratefully,
and was promptly taken into custody by Miss Cora.
Then the teachers stood aside,
while the rest of the girls filed past them upstairs.
In the dormitories all was confusion.
Sleep was out of the question,
and the girls gathered in excited groups
discussing the terrible thing that had just happened to them.
Half wishing for Miss Walters,
yet half afraid to have her come back.
Suppose she should side with the dill pickles.
Then all would indeed be lost.
But Billy was their chief worry.
Why didn't she fibble?
about it, cried one girl, pacing up and down excitedly. We would have all backed her up. She knew that.
But Billy doesn't fit, said Vi proudly, and besides, it wouldn't have done her any good.
Amanda and the shadow had already told, and they were right here in the dorm when we were planning the raid.
Fiercely, the girls looked around for the sneaks, but they were nowhere to be seen.
Probably the pickles are taking good care of the little darlings, sneered Laura.
Oh, I'd like to get my hands on them.
What's the matter, Rose? asked Carolyn Brandt suddenly.
Don't you feel good?
For Rose was sitting on the edge of her bed.
Her head bowed on her clasped hands.
At Carolyn's question, she raised her head and looked around her miserably.
No, I don't feel good.
I have a headache, she said.
The girls regarded her curiously.
for a minute and then forgot all about her. They had worse things than headaches to worry about.
Rose did indeed have a headache, but the headache was mostly caused by a heartache. She herself
did not quite understand it. Billy had at last been singled out from all the other girls for
punishment, would perhaps be expelled from Three Towers Hall. And Roshie Rose should have been happy about it.
she was only miserable. Of course, she had really had no hand in Billy's disgrace, this time. But she had planned and schemed for it before, and that made her almost as bad in her own eyes as those two wretched sneaks whom all the girls hated and despised. If they could only know what had been in her mind, they would hate and despise her, too.
her head felt hot and her lips were feverish.
It was a terrible thing to despise oneself.
The only way she could ever put things straight again
was to find some way of getting Billy out of her scrape.
She must think of a plan.
Suddenly she jumped to her feet
and the girls turned startled eyes upon her.
I have it, she cried.
We must get word to Miss Walters,
if she could know what an awful fix were in, she'd come right back. I'm sure she would.
The girls stared for a minute, then seized eagerly on the plan.
But how can we get word to her if we have in her address? Connie Danvers asked.
But Rose answered her impatiently.
I've thought of that, she said, then went on to explain while the girls listened eagerly
how she had taken some letters to the mailbox for Miss Race.
and, happening to glance down, had seen the top one was addressed to Miss Walters.
Luckily, she remembered the address, and now when one of the girls handed her a slip of paper,
she wrote it down feverishly.
But how are we going to get word to her? asked one of the girls, and they looked at each other
helplessly. The pickles won't let anybody outside the hall, and they'll look over all the mail.
They were still trying to think of a plan
When a step in the hall,
A step that sounded very much
Like Miss Ada Dill's firm tread,
Sent them scattering.
A little later, silence settled like a cloud
Over the dormitories,
But few of the girls slept.
They were thinking, thinking.
By and by, Laura leaned across
And whispered to vie.
"'A asleep?' she asked.
"'No, I can't sleep,' said Vi miserably.
"'I keep thinking of Billy, and where they've put her and—and everything.'
"'Well, I've thought of a real plan,' whispered Laura mysteriously.
"'You have?' cried Vi, sitting up in her turn.
"'What is it?'
But in the darkness, Laura shook her head.
"'Not now,' she said.
"'I'll tell you in the morning.'
End of Chapter 22
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A prisoner of war
It was a bad night for all of the girls
But for Billy Bradley it was a nightmare
Miss Cora Dill had thrust her into a little room just big enough to contain a couch,
a table, and one or two chairs. When Billy had asked for a light, the door had been slammed
on her face, and she had heard the key turn in the lock. So she was a prisoner, and in disgrace,
all her dreams had come to that. Miss Cora had said she would be expelled from Three Towers Hall
when Miss Walters heard what she had done. But in her heart, Billy did not believe that.
The hope that when Miss Walters was told everything, she would side with the girls was the only
thing that kept her from being absolutely miserable, for Miss Walters was always fair.
Billy had never been afraid of the dark.
She was not really afraid of it now.
But, as the hours crept by and the place became still with the stillness of night, she began to
feel uneasy and very, very lonesome.
The silence was so deep that she was afraid to move for fear of breaking it, but at last,
because her limbs were cramping and she was beginning to feel chilled,
she rose from the couch where she had been sitting
and began moving cautiously about the room.
She stepped her toe against one chair and almost fell over the other,
making so much noise that her heart stood still,
and she looked fearfully over her shoulder.
Finally she came over to the couch again and sank down upon it,
feeling that she must cry or die.
But she did not do either,
just sat there thinking and thinking what she could do next.
She would have to sleep, she supposed,
although Miss Cora had not given her any nightgown,
and there were no bedclothes.
Then a happy thought struck her,
and she turned down the cover of the couch and found,
as she had hoped that the couch was made up as a bed.
There were several rooms like this in three towers,
rooms used only when there was an overflow of students.
Billy remembered having heard that girls speak of them,
as cubbyholes. But Billy was tired and unhappy, and all of a sudden her only wish was to get within
the protection of those covers. Perhaps it would not then seem so lonesome, and she was cold.
After that, she knew no more till morning. It was a dark, dreary morning with a bite in the air
that felt like snow. There was no sign of sunshine anywhere, either outside or inside of Three Towers Hall.
The girls rose reluctantly, and there was rebellion in their eyes.
They were on the verge of revolt, and it needed only one more unfair act on the part of Miss Cora,
or Miss Ada Dill, to start the ball rolling.
Are we going down to breakfast? asked Laura, as the breakfast gong rang.
I suppose we'd better, answered Caroline Brand, her eyes looking tired and red-rimmed under the spectacles.
We have to eat, anyway. After we get three,
we can come up here and decide what we're going to do.
Well, I know one thing we're going to do, said Laura fiercely.
If the dill pickles don't let Billy come back to us, or at least tell us where she is,
I'm going to set the place on fire, that's all.
That wouldn't help Billy any, said Rose, as they turned from the room.
Breakfast was gloomier than ever that morning.
The girls were heavy-eyed and sullen, and Miss Cora, presiding grimly at the head of the table,
looked, as one of the old
girl said, like a death's
head at the feast.
But where was the feast?
Another girl retorted.
In fact, this meal was
scantier than any that had gone before,
and if it had not been for the night's raid,
the girls would have been in a pretty bad way.
Amanda and the
shadow were there, and if looks could kill,
they would have both died on the spot.
But there was no sign of Billy.
the girls had hardly thought there would be but they had hoped a little while later there was another mass meeting held in dormitory sea and it was rose belser this time who took the floor
we simply can't stand it any longer girls she told them her black eyes snapping wasn't that a wonderful breakfast we had this morning it makes you sick to think of it and we don't even know whether billy got as much as we did we've got to do something right away
We can try to get word to Miss Walters.
I have her address, but I don't know how we're ever going to...
She was interrupted by a familiar whistle from somewhere outside,
and the girls ran over to the window.
Sure enough, there were chat and Teddy, looking to the girls,
like a couple of heaven-sent messengers,
standing underneath the window,
skates flung over their shoulders, looking up toward them expectantly.
Wait a minute, Laura called down.
Don't dare go away.
from there. You're angels, and have come just when we wanted you most. She turned a radiant face to
the girls and began to speak courrily. I had it all figured out last night, girls, she said,
while they listened eagerly. When you told me you knew Miss Walter's address, Rose, I thought of the
boys right away. There was just a chance that they might come over this morning or this afternoon,
and now they're here. Well, they asked, puzzled. Oh, don't you see?
Laura clapped her hands impatiently.
The dill pickles won't let any of us send word to Miss Walters,
but the boys can do it for us.
Before she had finished, a dozen girls were scrambling for pencil and paper.
Laura was pushed into a chair by the table,
and was commanded to write and write quickly.
And Laura obeyed, while the girls fairly hung over her,
offering suggestions and all talking at once
until it was a wonder she could write anything at all.
she told the boys briefly what had happened and begged them to send word to miss walters at once then they tied the precious piece of paper around an inkwell who cared for the wreck of a mere inkwell at a time like this and threw it out of the window
teddy picked it up wonderingly and unwound the paper while chet peered over his shoulder and the girls watched breathlessly from above when teddy came to the part about billy's capture he was all for storming the castle meeting the
the lions in their den, the pickles in their hall,
and rescuing the heroin without delay,
but Chet held him back.
After that, they had what seemed to be a rather heated argument,
but Chet finally got the best of it,
and after a wave to the girls,
who were fairly hanging out of the dormitory windows,
the two boys started off and disappeared around the corner of the building.
The girls watched them out of sight,
then turned to each other with shining eyes.
That ought to bring this Walter.
is back in a hurry, said by. Then everything will be all right.
Yes, but we may starve before she gets here, said one of the girls, gloomily.
And Billy! Oh, girls, we've just had to get her out, added Laura.
Nobody knows where she is or what they're doing to her.
Without warning, the door opened, and Billy herself flew in upon them.
Girls, she cried breathlessly. Can't you hide me somewhere?
I've escaped.
Escape, they cried, crowding around her, all asking questions at once, feeling her, to be sure that it was really she, until Billy made frantic signs for them to be quiet.
Girls, she cried, please stop talking and listen to me. Miss Coral will find that I'm gone in a minute, and she's sure to come right here for me.
Well, she won't get you, that's one sure thing, cried Laura, stop.
But tell us about it, urged another girl.
Did they have you locked up?
Yes, said Billy, adding with a shiver, and I had a terrible night,
but this morning Miss Cora herself brought me some breakfast.
I wish you could have seen it, and she was just saying some nice, mean things to me,
when Miss Ray's called her away for something, said it was important.
Miss Cora went out without locking the door, so I didn't stop for anything.
I just ran.
I had something I wanted to tell you.
Good old Miss Rhys, Connie interrupted, her eyes shining.
I bet she just did it on purpose.
But listen, Billy broke in hurriedly.
I thought of something while I was locked up,
and I want to tell you about it before they catch me again.
It's about getting news to Miss Walters.
The boys will probably be around this morning,
and if you could let them know.
But we've already done that, interrupted a score of eager voices,
and Billy clapped her hands delightedly.
Good, she cried.
Then her face sobered again,
and she looked nervously toward the door.
I suppose Miss Coral will be along in a minute,
and she'll want to lock me up again.
And I suppose she'll be so mad at my getting away
that she won't give me anything to eat now.
But suddenly Rose jumped to her feet,
face flashed, eyes shining.
This was her chance to square herself with Billy and all the rest.
Tell me something.
girls, she cried,
Are we going to let Miss Cora have Billy?
Are we?
We are not, they cried Lustily.
And Billy suddenly saw them through a mist of tears.
End of Chapter 23,
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Gilbert, Arizona, October 17,
2002.
Chapter 24 of Billy Bradley
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The girls expected trouble, and they had not long to wait for it. They had left Billy inside
the dormitory, had gone into the hall, closed the door after them firmly, and had defiantly
placed themselves before it. They rather welcomed the side of Miss Cora, stiff-backed and
stern-lipped, bearing down upon them like a tug-of-war. They had learned in their history that in
union there is strength, and now they were about to test the truth of it. If one of them felt her
courage slipping, all she had to do was to think of the breakfast they had had that morning, and
presto, it was all back again. Miss Cora stopped as she came to the foremost girls, and her
eyes swept them coldly. What is the meaning of this, she asked, adding as the girl,
girls did not show any intention of moving let me pass at once then rose stepped forward a little and drawled in the insolent tone that only rose knew how to use where are you going miss dill miss cora looked stunned as if she had been hit on the head with a hammer that one of the girls should have the insolence the absolute impertinence to ask her miss cora dill where she was going
then a hot wave of anger flowed over her and she found her voice where i am going has nothing to do with it whatever she said her voice icy i command you to stand away from that door
then it was caroline brent who spoke in her quiet calm voice we will be glad to do as you say miss dill she said if you will promise not to lock billy bradley up again promise not to lock gasped miss cora then she turned upon the
girls with blazing eyes. You are mad. All of you, she said, her voice shaking with fury.
I will wire Miss Walters at once, and she turned away down the hall. Her hands so tightly clenched
that her nails left little angry red marks where they had bit into the flesh. The girls watched
a go, then turned back into the dormitory with a sigh. They had won a victory, and yet they were
not happy about it. Except that Billy was free, things were even worse than.
before. Now I don't know what we're going to do, said by, gazing drearily out of the window.
The leaden sky had turned still darker and a flurry of snow had begun to fall.
The gone for classes rang out through the hall, and the girl started and looked at each other
questioningly. Several of them began to gather up their books, but Billy, who had been thinking
deeply, suddenly sprang to her feet. This end, girl, she said, and they looked at her
questioningly. It seems to me there's only one thing left for us to do. We can't go to classes,
not after what we've just done, and we can't stay around here till Miss Walters comes. The
pickles will surely starve us to death. She paused for a moment, and they looked at her expectantly.
Then she lowered her voice and spoke quickly. Let's go home, she said. Or at least, we can go to
the hotel in town till Miss Walters gets back. What do you say?
and not one of the girls but what hailed the idea joyfully.
It would be rebellion, of course,
and a few days before they would have hesitated,
but not now.
They set about packing in feverish haste,
fairly throwing their things into their suitcases.
They were afraid of having their plans spoiled at the last minute,
and in Malata they could get all they wanted to eat,
that is, as long as their money hailed out.
At last they were ready.
Hats and co-s-on,
valises in hand, they gather in a hall, waiting for Billy to give the word to march.
Eyes were bright, color was high, for they had started on real adventure, and they were
beginning to enjoy it.
Come on, said Billy, raising her hand smartly to the little brown hat in salute.
Forward!
March!
As they reached the lower hall, they were met by Miss Ada Dill, and Miss Cora, Miss Brace,
and several of the other teachers.
The latter had for trouble when the girls failed to report classes, and had started out to see what the matter was.
And now they saw. Before they could even gasp their amazement, the girls swept past them,
opened the front door, and round down the steps to the drive. There were only about a hundred of them,
but it seemed to the teachers who watched them go, that there were easily twice that number.
They've struck, said in this race, turning to the other teachers with consternation
in her eyes, while they look back at her soberly.
I wonder what Miss Walters will say.
We'll very soon find out what she'll say,
Miss Coradiel spoke up grimly.
I sent a wire to Miss Walters this morning.
She will surely be back in a day or two.
Meanwhile, out on the road,
the girls were trudging gamely on toward town.
The first thrill had gone from the adventure,
and they were beginning to wonder
what made their grips so heavy.
And the snow, which had been
begun in a light flurry, was coming down heavily now, covering the woods and the road before them,
with a white fleecy blanket. The wind had risen, too, and they were forced to stop,
time and time again to straighten hats and shake the clinging snow from their skirts.
And because of the wind, they did not hear the sound of voices, so that Chet and Teddy,
coming back from their errand to town, were almost upon them before they knew it.
and then something happened
and made the girls drop their bags
and stare in stupid amazement
out from the bushes
straight in front of them
sprang the figure of a man
and at the same moment
Chet and Teddy rounded the curve of the road
the man straightened and looked wildly
from one group to the other
and then made as though to double on his tracks
and dive into the woods again
Stop that man shouted Teddy
He robbed our academy
That's right girls
had him off. Poor Billy, with a gasp of astonishment, had recognized a codfish,
and seeing what he was about to do, had darted forward straight in his path. A score of other girls
followed her example, and so quickly was the move made that the man found his escape cut off entirely.
Wildly he looked about him, started in the other direction, but found his path blocked there also.
With a snarl of rage, he flung himself forward, resolved,
to break his way through by force, but Teddy and Chet were too quick for him.
Not for nothing had they won medals on the track team, and now, as the thief made his last attempt,
his arms were caught in a strong grip, and were twisted behind him so suddenly that he cried out
with the pain of it. It was Teddy who had caught him, and now, as the man struggled to free himself,
he called out a sharp order to Chet. "'Give me your skate-strap quick,' he cried,
this chap's as slippery as an eel what are you doing for chat seeing that the codfish was struggling to get his imprisoned hands down to a suspicious bolt over his right hip sprang forward and drew the hidden revolver from his holster
the game's up old man he crowed exultantly then turning he handed the pistol to billy keep em covered old girl he said till i get this strap loose and handcuff the gentleman that's the girl steady mr codfish we've got you now
the codfish made as though to spring upon billy revolver and all but billy kept her head several of the girls screamed but she was not one of them
she stepped back a few steps and waved the revolver threateningly she was horribly afraid of the old thing but not for the world which she had let anyone suspect it if you don't stand still i'll shoot she said a quaver in her voice despite all her efforts to speak calmly i've got this thing aimed at just a-one
about where your heart is, I guess.
The codfish blared at her wildly, hesitated just a minute, but that hesitation cost him his
chance.
Chet had at last got his skate-strapped loose, and had bounded tightly about the man's wrists,
while Teddy still held his arms tight to prevent a sudden dash into the woods.
Now I guess we've got you, cried Teddy jubilantly.
You will rob our academy, will you, and expect to get away with it?
now i guess the next thing is to head you over to the first policeman we meet come on now forward march but did he really rob your academy asked laura eagerly as the girls picked up their grips where they had dropped them in the road and they all started on together
i'll say he did said chet indignantly and he got away with a pretty hall too that's what we were going to tell you girls about this morning but say he broke off and looked at them with a funny expression on his face
face. We've been so busy catching the crook that we never thought. Say, where are you going with
your suitcases and everything? And how did Billy get loose? The last we heard of her, she was locked up.
Yes, what is it? A walkout? asked Teddy, looking in bewilderment from Billy to the other girls.
But suddenly, Rose gave a sharp cry of warning. The codfish, she cried, look out. For Teddy, in his
bewilderment had loosened his grip on the thief's arm, and the latter had taken this chance
to make a dash for liberty. With a kangaroo leap, Teddy was upon him, and Chet, snatching the pistol
from Billy's hand, pointed it threateningly. None of that, old chap, he cried. You'd better
be a good little boy, or you'll get a taste of something worse than prison. Now then,
forward march, and mind your peas and cues. The codfish shot a glance at Chet that made
the girl shiver, but he went ahead nevertheless.
We ought to meet the sheriff and his sick policeman pretty soon, said Chet, keeping his eyes
and his pistol, fixed unwaveringly on the captive's back, while Teddy gripped his arm with both
hands, and the girls crowded close behind. He pulled off this stunt last night, and Captain
Shelling, the owner of our school, sent us to town to notify the police. Oh, said Billy thoughtfully,
so that was where you were going this morning when you stopped at the hall.
What's that? she added as the sound of voices, somewhat muffled by the storm, reached them.
I hope it's the sheriff, said Teddy, hurrying his captive forward through the snow.
Say, I'm glad we caught this fellow now, before he had his chance to make off with what he stole.
We may have a chance of getting it back.
They turned a curve in the road and saw a party of half a dozen men coming toward them on a run.
the sheriff yelled teddy here is some more luck but the sheriff's party seemed almost more surprised at sight of the hundred-odd girls from three towers hall than they were delighted to see the boys and their captive
they were more interested in the codfish however and promptly took him into custody exchanging real handcuffs for the strap the boys had used the boys eagerly told the story of his capture giving the girls more credit for their part of it
than they deserved, or so the latter protested,
and the sheriff and his party listened with delighted grins.
Pretty good work, said one of them approvingly.
You couldn't have done any better if you've planned it.
Well, good day to you, and thanks.
We'll soon put this rascal where he won't do more stealing of other people's goods.
Get up there, will you?
And he gave the sullen codfish a push
that sent him staggering up the road in front of them.
Before the party disappeared, this sheriff turned once more to look back curiously at the girls and boys,
who were still standing in the road staring after them.
Well, I'll be jiggered, but that is curious, he said, shaking you said doubtfully.
Looks as if all three towers hall had turned out for an outing.
Huh, funny kind of weather for an outing, replied another one.
They didn't have a teacher with him either.
Pretty queer, I call it.
well said another philosophically chewing a huge cut of tobacco i call it lucky if those girls hadn't half-in-long just when they did we wouldn't have got hold of this bird so slick and who am i to be quarreling with fate
end of chapter twenty four read by nancy cochrane gherkin gilbert arizona october twenty four two thousand twenty two two two two twenty five of billy bradley at three towers hall
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Gee, that was some slick work, crowed Teddy Jordan exultantly. Who'd ever think we would catch the old codfish?
But say, he broke off, his face growing sober as he looked at the same.
girls. You haven't told us yet just why you're taking this tramp in the snow. What's the idea?
A health cure or something? No, it isn't a health cure, explained Billy, a trifle wearily. For now that
the excitement of catching the codfish was over, the girls were beginning to feel cold and hungry
and rather forlorn. We're just leaving three towers, that's all. Leaving three towers? The boys
repeated and credulously. And Teddy added, seeing in a flash the real state of affairs,
Now I get the idea. You're striking, aren't you? Billy nodded. Say, that reminds me,
said Chet. We sent a telegram to Miss Walters asking her to come back at once. We sent it for you
even before we told the police about the codfish. The girls brightened, and Billy darted
forward eagerly and caught Chet by the sleeve.
Oh, Chet, what did you tell her? she cried.
Did you ask her to come back right away?
Chet nodded importantly.
I told her enough to bring her back on the run, I guess.
He said, adding with a grin, I made up the telegram and Teddy paid for it.
Oh, you darling, cried Billy, hugging both the boys to the great delight of Teddy,
who made the girls giggle by asking if there was not another telegram he could
send. Come on, girls, cried Billy, forgetting, in the hope of seeing Miss Walters again before
long, that she was tired and hungry. If we hurry, we can get to town before the snow gets too deep.
But say, cried Teddy, as the girl started on their way, aren't you even going to say goodbye to us?
That's gratitude for you. The girl stopped short and looked surprised.
Aren't you going to town with us? asked Vi.
You needn't think that because you're on strike that we are, too, said Chet reproachfully.
Captain Shelling didn't give us the whole day off, you know.
You deserve it just the same, said Connie Danvers.
He'll probably give you a week off at a medal when he learns how you caught the thief.
But we couldn't have caught him if you girls hadn't come along, protested Teddy modestly.
If we get a holiday, we'll see that you get one too.
But we're taking hours now.
laughed Billy.
Goodbye, boys, and thanks awfully for sending the telegram.
Teddy and Chet stood watching the girls as they trudged through the clinging snow,
and when they turned away, their faces were unusually sober.
That's a plucky thing to do, said Teddy admiringly,
but I bet they would never have had the nerve to do it if Billy hadn't set them up to it.
Billy's some class, isn't she?
Chet took him up eagerly.
Just look at it.
how she jumped in front of the codfish. She might have been shot, but she never even thought of it.
Say, he added, his chest swelling visibly with pride. I've always thought I'd like a brother,
but Billy's as good as a brother any day. She's a sight better, Teddy contradicted
fervently. Tired but hopeful, the girls trudged the remaining distance to town, and started up
the main street toward the one big hotel in Molada. They strung down the street in what seems
and inless line, and people passing stared wonderingly and turned around for another look
when the girls had passed them. People gathered at the windows and in the doorways to look at the
strange procession, but the girls were too tired and hungry to notice them. When they filed
into the big summer hotel lobby, how the clerk at the desk and the few men gathered about
did stare. A hundred girls, all pretty and daintily dressed, but seeming by their suitcases and
their clothes, which were powdered thick with clinging wet snow, to have walked a good distance,
were sure to create a sensation. The girls hung back, realizing, for the first time,
how they must appear to strangers, and not quite certain just what to do next. But, as usual,
Billy took the lead. She went toward the clerk with an uncertain, apologetic little smile that would
have softened a much harder heart than his, and said that she would like to engage rooms for herself and her
friends. Be it said to the credit of the clerk, who was a rather nice-looking boy with sand-colored hair and eyes to match,
that he did not even smile. Soberly, he asked Billy how many rooms she would need, and Billy turned to
the girls, rather healthlessly. Then it was Caroline Brandt who came to her aid.
We can sleep three in a room, she said, regarding the clerk gravely through her horned-rimmed
spectacles, so you can figure out just how many will need. If we could have cots put in the rooms,
Billy ventured, we could get more than three to one room. All right, the clerk answered,
still unsmiling, while several people had gathered around and were looking on with
interest. If you don't mind Cots, I guess I can fix you up all right. It's lucky that it's winter,
he added, a little twinkle creeping into his nice eyes, and that the hotel isn't crowded,
or we might have to turn somebody out. He watched the girls go up the stairway to the rooms above,
for they had decided they would rather walk than wait for the elevator, then turned to one of the men,
lounging near with a chuckle. Nice kids, he said, regarding me.
the signatures in the big book before him, written in unmistakably girlish hands.
If they weren't dressed so well, I'd say it was an orphan asylum out for an airing.
Meanwhile, the girls had decided that they were more hungry than they were tired, and so merely
stopped to drop their bags in their rooms and brush a little of the clinging snow from their
clothing, before setting forth in search of food. They had decided to separate into groups and to
eat in different places, so as not to attract too much attention, and they were gathered on the
sidewalk, in front of the hotel, wondering just what to do next, when suddenly one of the girls
gave a startled cry. Girls? No, it isn't. Yes, it is, she cried, clutching the girl beside her
hysterically. Look, there's Miss Walters. Where? Oh, it can't be. Are you sure?
Yes, there she is! There she is!
And Miss Walters, for was indeed she, attracted by the hubbub, as were some other passers-by,
looked at the girls first curiously, then in astounded astonishment.
To her startled vision, it seemed as if all the girls in the world were gathered there on the sidewalk in front of the hotel,
and they were her girls, the girls of Three Towers Hall.
She hurried forward, feeling that the next moment she must wake up and find it all a dream,
and the girl surged around her in an eager flood.
They were so wildly surprised and joyful at the unexpected meeting,
that they were almost ready to get down on their knees and thank the fates who had sent her to them,
just when they needed her most.
They all started to talk at once, but Miss Walters, having recovered a little from her first surprise,
and seeing that a curious crowd was beginning together, spoke to them authoritatively.
"'Come inside,' she said.
"'I can't imagine what has brought you here like this,
but we certainly can't talk about it in the street.'
She led the way through the doorway and into the hotel lobby, which was fortunately deserted.
Then she sank down upon a couch, and the girls gathered eagerly around her.
"'Now, suppose one of you tell me the meaning of all this,' said Miss Ruebush.
Walters, her blue eyes a little hard in accusing.
She had no idea what had happened, but she knew that, if the girls were responsible for this
unheard-of proceeding, it would go hard with them.
Miss Walters was fair and just, and because she was just, she could be sternness itself
for any disobedience on the part of the girls was concerned.
As for the girls themselves, all their old fears of expulsion came back at this attitude
to their president, and they looked rather helplessly at each other.
Then Connie Danvers nudged Billy and whispered something in her ear,
and Billy bravely did as she was asked, although, as she afterwards said, her knees were
trembling under her.
Miss Walters, she began hesitatingly, as Miss Walters turned a steady gaze upon her.
I can explain why we are here, and everything that has happened since you left,
if you will let me, she finished rather timidly.
That is just what I want you to do, said Miss Walters gravely.
As Billy told her story, Miss Walter's expression changed, became less stern, and she leaned forward
in amazement.
You say that some of the girls were faint and sick from lack of food?
She asked once incredulously.
Why, it's...
It's incredible, but go on, she interrupted.
herself impatiently. What happened then?
When Billy told of the raid, her imprisonment in the little room, her escape,
and finally the decision of the girls to leave three towers, and come to the hotel until
Miss Walter's return, the latter jumped her feet, her face flushing angrily.
I'm glad I came just when I did, she said. I was tempted to stay longer, but something told
me that I might be needed, and that something was right.
"'Come, girls, we'll hire all the taxis in town if we have to, and private automobiles, too,
and get back to three towers immediately.
We'll have to get our baggage,' the lay suggested timidly.
"'Your baggage?' queried Miss Walters absently, her mind on what she would do when she reached three towers.
"'Yes, we left our bags in her rooms upstairs.'
"'Your rooms?' Miss Walters asked.
then added with a compassionate smile that made her seem more beautiful than ever to the adoring girls why of course you poor children i forgot that you expected to stay overnight all right run up and get your bags while i see the room clerk about getting us back to three towers
the girls never forgot that triumphant ride back to three towers through the snow nor did they forget what happened afterward miss ada and miss coradill and the other teachers saw them coming
and Miss Corr's lips tightened grimly.
She was the first to greet Miss Walters at the door.
Go up to your dormitories, girls, said Miss Walters,
hardly glancing at the teachers.
We will have lunch in half an hour.
A real lunch.
Just a minute, she called, as the girl started jubilantly off.
I'd like to speak to Beatrice Bradley in my private office immediately.
Billy came back, wondering just what was going to happen next,
while Laura picked up the suitcase she had dropped and hurriedly followed the other girls.
Then Miss Walters turned to the teachers.
Will you all come with me into my office? she asked.
There is a very important matter which I must attend to before I do anything else.
She walked down the corridor to her office and opened the door.
Then she motioned them inside, stepped in after them and closed the door decidedly.
Sit down, please, she said, and when they were,
were all seated, she sat down at her desk and regarded them gravely.
As you know, she said, an unheard-of thing happened this morning, and I must have the testimony
of everyone, before I can decide one way or the other. Then, very quietly, she told her for meeting
with the girls that morning and repeated, almost word for word, the story of what had happened
during our absence, as told by Billy and supported by the other girls. The faces of Miss Ada and
Miss Cora had been growing redder and redder, and now, as Miss Walters finished and looked about her,
Miss Cora burst out angrily.
I hardly expected that you would listen to the girl's account of it, Miss Walters, she said.
What they have said is not true.
Pardon me, Miss Walters, Miss Race broke in, and they all turned to her, but I can testify
that everything that Beatrice Bradley has told you is absolute fact.
think that Miss Cora will deny, she turned to Miss Cora, who was white with fury, that I have,
time and time again, remonstrated with her and Miss Ada for their treatment of the girls.
Is that so, Miss Cora and Miss Ada? asked Miss Walters, turning to the sisters, whose anger
was slowly beginning to change to fear.
Yes, Miss Walters, said Miss Corr at last, it is true that Miss Race was continually
interfering in our government of the girls during your absence but she added while her mouth sat in a grim line i still maintain that we did nothing during your absence that you yourself would not have done
there was deep silence in the room for a minute while miss walter's eyes wandered from one intent face to another and then dropped to the blotter on her desk billy's heart was beating so hard she was afraid it could be heard in the room
then miss walter's voice came to them cool incisive i'm sorry she was saying looking from miss ada to miss cora and back again but i can't agree with you surely while i have had charge of three towers the girls have not gone hungry or become faint and sick from lack of nourishment
neither have their rated pantries and store-rooms and deserted three towers en masse miss cora she paused and one could have heard a pin drop in the room
i am very sorry but i think that after monday three towers will have no further need of your services nor of those of miss ada that is all i think she rose by way of dismissal and the other teachers rose also
billy who was nearest the door slipped out quietly and ran swiftly up the stairs toward her dormitory her head was in a whirl and all she wanted to do was to get with the girls again and tell them the marvellous thing that had happened
the other girls were waiting for her and as she burst in upon them they carried her off seated her royally on top of a dresser and gathered around eagerly all talking at once and demanding to know what had happened
somehow she made them see the scene in miss walter's office as if they had been there themselves the scene in which the girls had won the great victory and the dill pickles had been dismissed
they were just at the height of their rejoicing when the bell rang for lunch and with one accord they stampeded for the dining-room and it was a real lunch as miss walters had promised a lunch that disappeared as if by magic a lunch that disappeared as if by magic a lunch that disappeared
as if by magic, and when it was over, the students of three towers were really comfortable for the
first time and over a week. And everybody was happy, except Miss Ada Dill and Miss Cora, and Amanda Peabody
and Eliza Dilks, perhaps. However, even though her attempt had failed this time, Amanda was by no
means discouraged. There would be other chances, and then she would get even with Billy Bradley.
Rose Belser was happier than she had been
since she had first become jealous of Billy.
She was happy, because she had done her best to set Billy bright again,
and could look at her pretty reflection in the glass once more,
without feeling ashamed.
It was some time later, and Billy, Vi, and Laura were stretched out
in comfortable attitudes on Billy's bed in dormitory sea,
for Miss Walters had declared it a half-holiday.
and indeed after lunch was over there was scarcely any of the day left anyway i feel almost sorry for miss ada and miss cora billy was saying when suddenly the door opened and connie danvers flew in upon them
girls she cried plumping herself down between laura and vye on the bed narrowly missing the latter's feet i've just got a letter there are some for you girls down in the box too and what do you think the folks are going to do this summer
the girl said they could not possibly guess and before any of them would have had a chance to anyway she rattled on again mother and dad are going to open our cottage at lighthouse island again we haven't been there for several summers
my old uncle tom runs a lighthouse there and he's a perfect darling but this is the real thing she paused and regarded them with sparkling eyes mother says there would be plenty of room in the cottage for two or three of my school
chums, if I'd like to have them. Think of that. If I'd like to have them?
The girl set up in regard to Connie doubtfully. What do you mean? Stammered Billy.
What do I mean, you little goose? said Connie impatiently. Don't you know I'm asking you and
Laura and Vi to go with me? A summer on an island with a lighthouse, Billy murmured,
while Laura and Vi looked as if they could not believe their ears. Now I know I'm
I'm going to just die of it.
What? asked Connie curiously.
Joy, said Billy.
And whether she did actually die of joy or not,
somehow one of us rather certain that she did not,
will be told in the next book of Billy's Adventures,
entitled Billy Bradley on Lighthouse Island,
or The Mystery of the Wreck.
Lighthouse Island was certainly a queer spot,
and the girls had any number of unusual adventures there.
we mustn't forget our own letters cried billy suddenly and then there was a rush to get the epistles and here let us say good-bye to the girls of three towers hall end of chapter twenty five end of billy bradley at three towers hall by janet d wheeler
