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Title: The Merriweather Girls and the Mystery of the Queen's Fan

Author: Lizette M. Edholm

Release Date: October 31, 2009 [EBook #30378]

Language: English

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The Merriweather Girls

AND THE

MYSTERY OF THE QUEEN'S FAN

BY

LIZETTE M. EDHOLM

AUTHOR OF

"THE MERRIWEATHER GIRLS" SERIES

THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY

CHICAGO

COPYRIGHT 1932 BY

LIZETTE M. EDHOLM

Made in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I Private Property
II The Picnic
III The Merriweather Manor
IV The Queen's Fan
V Across the Hudson
VI The Rescue
VII Lady Betty's Adventure
VIII The Thorn in the Flesh
IX Shirley's Shop
X Willing Helpers
XI The First Customer
XII A Merry Christmas
XIII Bet's Party
XIV The Lost Fan
XV Under Suspicion
XVI Hermit's Hut
XVII On Guard
XVIII Colonel Baxter Returns
XIX The Reward

The Mystery of the Queen's Fan

CHAPTER I

PRIVATE PROPERTY

The broad Hudson shimmered gaily in the sunshine of late summer, tiny
rippling splashes of white dotted its surface and some of the joy of
the day was reflected in the faces of the three girls who sat on the
hillside far above the river bank, each intent on her own thoughts.

For a long time no one had spoken. Bet Baxter was watching a seagull
rising, wheeling, soaring and settling again on the water, her blue
eyes glowing as she followed the long sweeping lines of its flight and
the tilt of its wings.

Joy Evans watched the gull with a different feeling. The thrill of its
motion set every nerve in her body tingling with a desire to dance and
skip or shout or laugh, while the quiet Shirley Williams did not see it
at this moment; she was gazing into the finder of her camera as she
pointe