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Title: Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp
or, The Old Lumberman's Secret

Author: Annie Roe Carr

Posting Date: December 27, 2008 [EBook #2691]
Release Date: July, 2001

Language: English

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NAN SHERWOOD AT PINE CAMP

or, The Old Lumberman's Secret

By Annie Roe Carr

Chapter I. THE YELLOW POSTER

"Oh, look there, Nan!" cried Bess Harley suddenly, as they turned
into High Street from the avenue on which Tillbury's high school was
situated.

"Look where?" queried Nan Sherwood promptly. "Up in the air, down on the
ground or all around?" and she carried out her speech in action,
finally spinning about on one foot in a manner to shock the more staid
Elizabeth.

"Oh, Nan!"

"Oh, Bess!" mocked her friend.

She was a rosy-cheeked, brown-eyed girl, with fly-away hair, a blue
tam-o'-shanter set jauntily upon it, and a strong, plump body that she
had great difficulty in keeping still enough in school to satisfy her
teachers.

"Do behave, Nan," begged Bess. "We're on the public street."

"How awful!" proclaimed Nan Sherwood, making big eyes at her chum. "Why
folks know we're only high-school girls, so, of course, we're crazy!
Otherwise we wouldn't BE high-school girls."

"Nonsense!" cried Bess, interrupting. "Do be reasonable, Nan. And look
yonder! What do you suppose that crowd is at the big gate of the Atwater
Mills?"

Nan Sherwood's merry face instantly clouded. She was not at all a
thoughtless girl, although she was of a sanguine, cheerful temperament.

The startled change in her face amazed Bess.

"Oh dear!" the latter cried. "What is it? Surely, there's nobody hurt in
the mills? Your father-----"

"I'm afraid, Bess dear, that it means there are a great many hurt in the
mills."

"Oh, Nan! How horridly you talk," cried Bess. "That is impossible."

"Not hurt in the machinery, not mangled by the looms," Nan went on to
say, gravely. "But dreadfully hurt nevertheless, Bess. Father has been
expecting it, I believe. Let's go a