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Title: Happy House

Author: Jane D. Abbott

Release Date: April 19, 2010 [EBook #32053]

Language: English

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HAPPY HOUSE

BY

JANE D. ABBOTT

AUTHOR OF "KEINETH" AND "LARKSPUR"

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS ---- NEW YORK

Made in the United States of America

COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY

TO MARTHA

THIS BOOK IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE LETTER
II. WEBB
III. HAPPY HOUSE
IV. AUNT MILLY
V. BIRD'S-NEST
VI. IN THE ORCHARD
VII. AUNT MILLY'S STORY
VIII. B'LINDY'S TRIUMPH
IX. DAVY'S CLUB
X. THE HIRED MAN
XI. MOONSHINE AND FAIRIES
XII. LIZ
XIII. THE FOURTH OF JULY
XIV. MRS. EATON CALLS
XV. GUNS AND STRING BEANS
XVI. PETER LENDS A HAND
XVII. NANCY PLANS A PARTY
XVIII. THE PARTY
XIX. THE MASTER
XX. A PICNIC
XXI. DAVY'S GIFT
XXII. REAL LEAVITTS AND OTHERS
XXIII. WHAT THE CHIMNEY HELD
XXIV. PETER
XXV. NANCY'S CONFESSION
XXVI. EUGENE STANDBRIDGE LEAVITT
XXVII. ARCHIE EATON RETURNS
XXVIII. A LETTER FROM THE MASTER
XXIX. BARRY

HAPPY HOUSE

CHAPTER I

THE LETTER

Through the stillness of a drowsy June day broke the intoning of the
library bell, chiming the hour.

Three heads lifted quickly to listen. Three pairs of eyes met, the
same thought flashed through three minds.

"Won't we miss that bell, though? I've seen grads when they've come
back stand perfectly still and listen to it with their eyes all weepy
looking. That's the way we'll feel by and by," one of them said slowly.

"And the chimes used to make me dreadfully homesick! Don't those frosh
days seem ages ago?"

The third girl slammed the lid of the trunk that occupied the centre of
the disordered room. She crossed to the window.

Over the stretch of green between the dormitory and the campus many
people were slowly walking. Their fluffy dresses, their gay