Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School

OR

The Merry Doings of the Oakdale Freshmen Girls

By JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A. M.

Author of Grace Harlowe's Sophomore Year at High School, Grace Harlowe's Junior Year at High School, Etc.

PHILADELPHIA
HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY
Copyright, 1910

A Troop of Black-Robed Figures Were Stealthily Approaching.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. The Accident of Friendships
CHAPTER II. The Sponsor of the Freshman Class
CHAPTER III. Mrs. Gray Engages a Secretary
CHAPTER IV. The Black Monks of Asia
CHAPTER V. Anne Has a Secret
CHAPTER VI. The Sophomore Ball
CHAPTER VII. All Hallowe'en
CHAPTER VIII. Miss Leece
CHAPTER IX. Thanksgiving Day
CHAPTER X. Grace Keeps Her Secret
CHAPTER XI. Mrs. Gray's Adopted Daughters
CHAPTER XII. Miriam Plans a Revenge
CHAPTER XIII. Christmas Holidays
CHAPTER XIV. A Midnight Alarm
CHAPTER XV. Tom Gray
CHAPTER XVI. The Marionette Show
CHAPTER XVII. After the Ball
CHAPTER XVIII. A Winter Picnic
CHAPTER XIX. Wolves!
CHAPTER XX. The Gray Brothers
CHAPTER XXI. The Lost Letter
CHAPTER XXII. Danger Ahead
CHAPTER XXIII. In the Thick of the Night
CHAPTER XXIV. The Freshman Prize

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Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School

CHAPTER I

THE ACCIDENT OF FRIENDSHIPS

"Who is the new girl in the class?" asked Miriam Nesbit, flashing her black eyes from one schoolmate to another, as the girls assembled in the locker room of the Oakdale High School.

"Her name is Pierson; that is all I know about her," replied Nora O'Malley, gazing at her pretty Irish face in the looking glass with secret satisfaction. "She's very quiet and shy and looks as if she would weep aloud when her turn comes to recite, but I'm sure she's all right," she added good naturedly. For Nora had a charming, sunny nature, and always saw the best if there was any best to see.

"She is very bright," broke in Grace Harlowe decisively. "She went through her Latin lesson without a mistake, which is certainly more than I could do."

"Well, I don't like her," pouted Miriam. "I never trust those quiet little things. And, besides, she is the