The Little Colonel at Boarding-School
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1903 Original Publisher: L. C. Page Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt:...
MoreGeneral Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1903 Original Publisher: L. C. Page Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER VII. The Hallowe'en Masquerade " I'll make a light," said Betty, groping across the room with a handful of matches which she had taken from the box in the hall. Lloyd started to follow, but, stumbling over a footstool, felt her way to the bed and sat down on the edge of it to wait for a light. On the way up from supper she had started to repeat a funny story which she had heard at Clovercroft that afternoon, and she kept on with it as Betty, having found her way to the table, struck a match. But she stopped again, as the match went out with a sudden puff, as if a strong draught had blown it. "There! It never fails to do that when I'm in a hurry," exclaimed Betty, striking another match as she spoke. It was extinguished as suddenly as the first. She tried another and another with the same result. " How strange! " she said, wonderingly. " There isn't a window open anywhere, is there? " " It's the witches," declared Lloyd, laughing. " There must be one standing there by yoah elbow." The laugh ended in a piercing shriek as she felt something clutch her ankle. " Murdah! Murdah! " she yelled. " Ow! There's something awful undah the bed! It grabbed me by the foot! Ow! Ow! " " Hush up, goosey!" commanded a familiar voice, and as Betty struck her fifth and last match, which burned steadily, they saw Allison dashing to the door to lock it. Doors were opening all along the corridors, and footsteps hurrying from every direction in response to Lloyd's terrified cry. " Tell them that it's all right! That it's only a Hallowe'en scare," demanded Allison, in a stage whi...
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