The Project Gutenberg eBook, Peggy Stewart at School, by Gabrielle E. Jackson

Title: Peggy Stewart at School

Author: Gabrielle E. Jackson

Release Date: July 20, 2007 [eBook #22113]

Language: English

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PEGGY STEWART AT SCHOOL BY GABRIELLE E. JACKSON AUTHOR OF "PEGGY STEWART AT HOME," "SILVER HEELS," "THREE GRACES SERIES, "CAPT. POLLY" SERIES, ETC.

Copyright, 1918 by Barse & Hopkins

Contents

The September morning was warmer and more enervating than September mornings in Maryland usually are, though the month is generally conceded to be a trying one. Even at beautiful Severndale where, if at any point along the river, a refreshing breeze could almost always be counted upon, the air seemed heavy and lifeless, as though the intense heat of the summer had taken from it every particle of its revivifying qualities.

In the pretty breakfast room the long French windows, giving upon the broad piazza, stood wide open; the leaves upon the great beeches and maples which graced the extensive lawn beyond, hung limp and motionless; the sunlight even at that early hour beat scorchingly upon the dry grass, for there had been little rain during August and the vegetation had suffered severely; every growing thing was coated like a dusty miller. But within doors all looked most inviting. The room was scrupulous; its appointments indicated refined taste and constant care; the breakfast table, laid for two, was dainty and faultless in its appointments; our old friend, Jerome, moved about noiselessly, giving last lingering touches, lest any trifle be omitted which might add to the comfort and sense of harmony which seemed so much a part of his young mistress's life. As he straightened a fruit knife here, or set right a fold of the snowy breakfast cloth, he kept up a low-murmured monologue after the manner of his race. Very little escaped old Jerome's sharp eyes and keen ears, and within the past forty-eight hours they had found plenty to see or hear, for a