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Jane Allen, Junior

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She hardly looked too old even for skipping rope just then. "Of course everyone may come who wants to," Inez condescended, "but juniors usually don't enjoy henning (shopping)." "I adore it," insisted Jane. "Do let us tag on and we'll buy the peanuts. But this really was to be an important afternoon at the baskets. However do you children expect to maintain the honor of Wellington if you do not keep fit? Now when I was center--" "Hear! Hear! Hear!" interrupted Mabel. "Remember that famous song, 'I know a girl and her name was Jane'!" "A rebold ribald rowdy!" shouted a chorus. But Jane was escaping--running down the walk with hands clapped over her ears to shut out the memories of her earlier years when that refrain was quite too popular to be enjoyable. Outside the big gate an auto horn honked, and the students drew back to give the big car approaching full sweep of the country roadway. Then another horn sounded, and from the opposite direction a smart little run-about was seen cutting in at high speed. Both drivers saw their danger and both jammed brakes. The big car rolled to the gutter while the runabout picked up speed and shot by safely. This
The Outdoor Chums The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club

THE OUTDOOR CHUMS Or The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club BY CAPTAIN QUINCY ALLEN 1911 CONTENTS I PLANNING THE CAMPAIGN II READY FOR THE START III THE RACE FOR A CAMP-SITE
brought the touring car to the curb where the Wellingtons stood watching, and a glance at the seats showed these occupants: Dol Vin driving, Shirley Duncan at her side, and a rather elderly country couple spread over the big back seat. "Shirley's folks!" whispered Inez. "We heard they were in town seeing the sights, and hoped we would run across them." This was evidently the "something" hinted at in the soph's outline of the "henning" party. Dolorez Vincez was too clever to show embarrassment, and Shirley Duncan was too cruel to hide it. She plainly was urging the driver on. "That's your college, darter, ain't it?" the girls could hear the elderly woman ask Shirley, but they did not hear the latter's answer. Dolorez called, "Hello, girls," as she swung her car out again in the dusty roadway, and the "darter" deprived that little woman of her coveted information. "She said hello!" announced Judith. "Sweet of her," remarked Jane, but she was thinking of Shirley's absence from Lenox on the night of the fire, and wondering if the indifferent freshman had been absent during all the day as well?