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Title: The Wishing Moon

Author: Louise Elizabeth Dutton

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THE WISHING MOON

by

LOUISE DUTTON

Author of "The Goddess Girl"

[Illustration: "'_Oh, Judith, won't you speak to me?_'"]

[Illustration: Publisher's logo]

Illustrated by Everett Shinn

Garden City New York
Doubleday, Page & Company
1916

Copyright, 1916, by
Louise Dutton

All rights reserved, including that of
translation into foreign languages,
including the Scandinavian

Copyright, 1916, The Metropolitan Magazine Company

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"'Oh, Judith, won't you speak to me?'" _Frontispiece_
(See page 239)

FACING PAGE

"'I know what this means,' she asserted" 128

"'Shut your eyes'" 166

"'Judith, you don't hate me? Say it--say it'" 180

THE WISHING MOON

The Wishing Moon

CHAPTER ONE

A little girl sat on the worn front doorsteps of the Randall house. She
sat very still and straight, with her short, white skirts fluffed
daintily out on both sides, her hands tightly clasped over her thin
knees, and her long, silk-stockinged legs cuddled tight together. She
was bare-headed, and her short, soft hair showed silvery blonde in the
fading light. Her hair was bobbed. For one miserable month it had been
the only bobbed head in Green River. Her big, gray-green eyes had a
fugitive, dancing light in them.