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The Little Colonel at Boarding-School
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| "She stood there on the platform, waving her handkerchief" (See page 300) | Frontispiece |
| "She turned her white fingers in the moonlight" | 61 |
| "'This little Knave must be my partner'" | 130 |
| "She could hear every word of the conversation" | 167 |
| "He held it aside for them both to pass through" | 199 |
| "Mittie sat up in bed, too startled to utter a sound" | 220 |
| "'It's like a bit of home to see you again'" | 283 |
| "Malcolm, leaning on his gun, stood watching her" | 293 |
THE LITTLE COLONEL AT
(Trade Mark)
BOARDING-SCHOOL
CHAPTER I.
Something unusual was happening at Locust. Although it was early in September, and the heat and dust of a Kentucky summer still lingered in every corner of Lloydsboro Valley, the great house with its vine-covered pillars was being hastily put in order for winter closing.
Rob Moore, swinging his tennis racket as he sauntered down the avenue under the arching locust-trees, stopped short with a whistle of surprise. The tennis net was down. He had come at the Little Colonel's invitation for a farewell game, as they were both to start to school on the morrow, she in the Valley, and he in town. He could not understand the sudden removal of the net.
Then he noticed that every hammock and garden-chair had disappeared from the lawn. Not even the usual trail of magazines and palm-leaf fans was left on the grass, to show that somebody had been spending a comfortable hour in the shade. Usually at this time in the afternoon there was a flutter of ribbons and white dresses somewhere back among the trees; but the place was deserted now. The wicker tea-table was gone from its corner on the piazza. The rugs and cushions which had filled the cosy corners behind the vines were packed away. The lace curtains were down in the long drawing-room, and, peering through the windows which opened to the floor, he saw a coloured man, busily shrouding the handsome old