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Marjorie Dean, College Freshman (The Marjorie Dean College Series, #1)

Pauline Lester
4.9/5 (27955 ratings)
Description:CHAPTER I.—A LONELY LOOKOUT.“Oh, dear! I wish Jerry would come home! I want to see her! I’ve alwaysmissed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I’ve missed hermore than ever. I’m simply starved for a sight of her dear jolly face!Here it is, the twenty-fourth of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah GeraldineMacy!”Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of wistful remarks to noone in particular. She stood at one of the long French windows of theliving room, her nose flattened against the pane, little-girl fashion,watching a very wet outdoors. All morning, the rain had been beatingdown with a sullen persistency which Marjorie found distinctlydisheartening. She was as near to having a case of the blues as waspossible to one of her care-free, buoyant nature. Wet weather did notoften interfere with her happiness. Given her particular girl friendswithin telephone call and she could discount a rainy day.Today she was without that source of entertainment and consolation. Noneof her chums had returned to Sanford from their summer outings. SusanAtwell, Irma Linton, Muriel Harding, Constance Stevens, Jerry Macy—allwere missing from the town into which Marjorie had come, a stranger, butof which she now was, to use her own expression, “a regular citizen.”Marjorie’s thoughts were dwelling on her absent schoolmates as shepensively watched the rain. She wondered if, wherever they were, theywere penned in by the rain too. It seemed rather queer to her that sheshould be the only one of the sextette of girls, who had founded theLookout Club, to be spending the summer in Sanford. She was not a realSanfordite by birth. With the exception of Constance Stevens, the othersclaimed Sanford as their native town.Readers of the “Marjorie Dean High School Series” have already anacquaintance with Marjorie Dean, and have followed her course as astudent at Sanford High School. They have seen her through both sad andhappy days, the events of which have been chronicled in “Marjorie Dean,High School Freshman,” “Marjorie Dean, High School Sophomore,” “MarjorieDean, High School Junior,” and “Marjorie Dean, High School Senior.”“There goes that old mail carrier and he isn’t going to stop here!” Thistime Marjorie’s tones were not wistful. Their disgusted energy indicatedher patent disappointment. Her red lips drooped in dejection as she sawthe unfeeling object of her hopeful anticipation plod stolidly past thegate without so much as a glance at the mailbox at the foot of thedriveway.“Not one single solitary letter,” mourned the watcher. “Why doesn’tJerry write?”“When did you hear from Jerry last, Lieutenant?” Mrs. Dean had enteredthe room in time to hear Marjorie’s plaint.“Oh, Captain, I’m _so_ glad you came to the rescue! I was _so_ lonely!You asked me when last I heard from Jerry. Why, it’s almost two weeks.She wrote me it was awfully hot at the beach and—Are you going to stayhere awhile and talk to me, Captain?”Marjorie interrupted herself with this question. Her downcast face hadbegun to brighten.“If you are,” she continued, “I’ll run up to my house and get Jerry’slast letter. I’d love to read it to you.”“I’ll oblige you by staying awhile.” Mrs. Dean sat down in her ownparticular wicker rocker, her eyes resting fondly on Marjorie.“You’re a dear. Be back in a minute.” A rush of light feet on the stairsproclaimed that Marjorie had gone to her “house,” as she chose to callher pretty pink and white room, for her letter.“I can’t find it,” presently announced a disappointed voice from abovestairs. “Have you seen a square gray envelope with large writing on itanywhere in the living room, Captain?”“I am looking straight at one now,” came the reassuring information.“You left it on the mantelpiece, Lieutenant.”“Oh, thank you.” A moment and Marjorie was heard making a vigorousdescent of the stairs.“I came down stairs at a positive gallop,” she said lightly, as shecrossed the room and secured her letter. “I was afraid I had left it inthe table drawer in the pagoda. If I had, that would have meant a wadingtrip for me.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Marjorie Dean, College Freshman (The Marjorie Dean College Series, #1). To get started finding Marjorie Dean, College Freshman (The Marjorie Dean College Series, #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Pages
278
Format
PDF, EPUB & Kindle Edition
Publisher
A. L. Burt Company
Release
1922
ISBN

Marjorie Dean, College Freshman (The Marjorie Dean College Series, #1)

Pauline Lester
4.4/5 (1290744 ratings)
Description: CHAPTER I.—A LONELY LOOKOUT.“Oh, dear! I wish Jerry would come home! I want to see her! I’ve alwaysmissed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I’ve missed hermore than ever. I’m simply starved for a sight of her dear jolly face!Here it is, the twenty-fourth of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah GeraldineMacy!”Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of wistful remarks to noone in particular. She stood at one of the long French windows of theliving room, her nose flattened against the pane, little-girl fashion,watching a very wet outdoors. All morning, the rain had been beatingdown with a sullen persistency which Marjorie found distinctlydisheartening. She was as near to having a case of the blues as waspossible to one of her care-free, buoyant nature. Wet weather did notoften interfere with her happiness. Given her particular girl friendswithin telephone call and she could discount a rainy day.Today she was without that source of entertainment and consolation. Noneof her chums had returned to Sanford from their summer outings. SusanAtwell, Irma Linton, Muriel Harding, Constance Stevens, Jerry Macy—allwere missing from the town into which Marjorie had come, a stranger, butof which she now was, to use her own expression, “a regular citizen.”Marjorie’s thoughts were dwelling on her absent schoolmates as shepensively watched the rain. She wondered if, wherever they were, theywere penned in by the rain too. It seemed rather queer to her that sheshould be the only one of the sextette of girls, who had founded theLookout Club, to be spending the summer in Sanford. She was not a realSanfordite by birth. With the exception of Constance Stevens, the othersclaimed Sanford as their native town.Readers of the “Marjorie Dean High School Series” have already anacquaintance with Marjorie Dean, and have followed her course as astudent at Sanford High School. They have seen her through both sad andhappy days, the events of which have been chronicled in “Marjorie Dean,High School Freshman,” “Marjorie Dean, High School Sophomore,” “MarjorieDean, High School Junior,” and “Marjorie Dean, High School Senior.”“There goes that old mail carrier and he isn’t going to stop here!” Thistime Marjorie’s tones were not wistful. Their disgusted energy indicatedher patent disappointment. Her red lips drooped in dejection as she sawthe unfeeling object of her hopeful anticipation plod stolidly past thegate without so much as a glance at the mailbox at the foot of thedriveway.“Not one single solitary letter,” mourned the watcher. “Why doesn’tJerry write?”“When did you hear from Jerry last, Lieutenant?” Mrs. Dean had enteredthe room in time to hear Marjorie’s plaint.“Oh, Captain, I’m _so_ glad you came to the rescue! I was _so_ lonely!You asked me when last I heard from Jerry. Why, it’s almost two weeks.She wrote me it was awfully hot at the beach and—Are you going to stayhere awhile and talk to me, Captain?”Marjorie interrupted herself with this question. Her downcast face hadbegun to brighten.“If you are,” she continued, “I’ll run up to my house and get Jerry’slast letter. I’d love to read it to you.”“I’ll oblige you by staying awhile.” Mrs. Dean sat down in her ownparticular wicker rocker, her eyes resting fondly on Marjorie.“You’re a dear. Be back in a minute.” A rush of light feet on the stairsproclaimed that Marjorie had gone to her “house,” as she chose to callher pretty pink and white room, for her letter.“I can’t find it,” presently announced a disappointed voice from abovestairs. “Have you seen a square gray envelope with large writing on itanywhere in the living room, Captain?”“I am looking straight at one now,” came the reassuring information.“You left it on the mantelpiece, Lieutenant.”“Oh, thank you.” A moment and Marjorie was heard making a vigorousdescent of the stairs.“I came down stairs at a positive gallop,” she said lightly, as shecrossed the room and secured her letter. “I was afraid I had left it inthe table drawer in the pagoda. If I had, that would have meant a wadingtrip for me.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Marjorie Dean, College Freshman (The Marjorie Dean College Series, #1). To get started finding Marjorie Dean, College Freshman (The Marjorie Dean College Series, #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Pages
278
Format
PDF, EPUB & Kindle Edition
Publisher
A. L. Burt Company
Release
1922
ISBN
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