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The "Outdoor Girls" pride themselves on their skill at all kinds of outdoor activities -- but even the most adept athletes can have accidents. That's exactly what happens when Grace Ford takes a nasty spill while riding her brother's horse, Prince. Her friend Dodo is also hurt in the incident. Meanwhile, the other girls plan a sailing trip on their friend Betty's new boat.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 décembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776673513
Langue	English

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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake First published in 1913 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-351-3 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-352-0 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - A Grand Surprise Chapter II - After the Papers Chapter III - The Runaway Chapter IV - The Missing Documents Chapter V - The Gem Chapter VI - Ready for a Cruise Chapter VII - Stowaways Chapter VIII - A Hint of Ghosts Chapter IX - Off on the Trip Chapter X - Adrift Chapter XI - In Danger Chapter XII - At Rainbow Lake Chapter XIII - Crackers and Olives Chapter XIV - The Regatta Chapter XV - The Race Chapter XVI - Fighting Fire Chapter XVII - On Elm Island Chapter XVIII - In Camp Chapter XIX - A Queer Disturbance Chapter XX - The Storm Chapter XXI - The Ghost Chapter XXII - What Mollie Found Chapter XXIII - Setting a Trap Chapter XXIV - The Ghost Caught Chapter XXV - The Missing Saddle
Chapter I - A Grand Surprise
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"Girls, I've got the grandest surprise for you!"
Betty Nelson crossed the velvety green lawn, and crowded into thehammock, slung between two apple trees, which were laden with greenfruit. First she had motioned for Grace Ford to make room for her, andthen sank beside her chum with a sigh of relief.
"Oh, it was so warm walking over!" she breathed. "And I did come toofast, I guess." She fanned herself with a filmy handkerchief.
"But the surprise?" Mollie Billette reminded Betty.
"I'm coming to it, my dear, but just let me get my breath. I didn'tknow I hurried so. Swing, Grace."
With a daintily shod foot— a foot slender and in keeping with herfigure— Grace gave rather a languid push, and set the hammock toswaying in wider arcs.
Amy Stonington, who had not joined in the talk since the somewhathurried arrival of Betty, strolled over to the hammock and beganpeering about in it— that is, in as much of it as the fluffy skirtsof the two occupants would allow to be seen.
"I don't see it," she said in gentle tones— everything Amy did wasgentle, and her disposition was always spoken of as "sweet" by herchums, though why such an inapt word is generally selected to describewhat might better be designated as "natural" is beyond comprehension."I don't see it," murmured Amy.
"What?" asked Grace, quickly.
"I guess she means that box of chocolates," murmured Mollie. "It's nouse, Amy, for Grace finished the last of them long before Betty blewin on us— or should I say drifted? Really, it's too warm to do morethan drift to-day."
"You finished the last of the candy yourself!" exclaimed Grace, withspirit. If Grace had one failing, or a weakness, it was forchocolates.
"I did not!" snapped Mollie. Her own failing was an occasional burstof temper. She had French blood in her veins— and not of French lilacshade, either, as Betty used to say. It was of no uncertain color—was Mollie's temper— at times.
"Yes, you did!" insisted Grace. "Don't you remember? It was one with acherry inside, and we both wanted it, and— "
"You got it!" declared Mollie. "If you say I took it— "
"That's right, Grace, you did have it," said gentle Amy. "Don't yourecall, you held it in one hand behind your back and told Billy tochoose?" Billy was Mollie's "chummy" name.
"That's so," admitted Grace. "And Mollie didn't guess right. I begyour pardon, Mollie. It's so warm, and the prickly heat bothers me sothat I can hardly think of anything but that I'm going in and get sometalcum powder. I've got some of the loveliest scent— the Yamma-yammaflower from Japan."
"It sounds nice," murmured Betty. "But, girls— "
"Excuse me," murmured Grace, making a struggle to arise from thehammock— never a graceful feat for girl or woman.
"Don't! You'll spill me!" screamed Betty, clutching at the yieldingsides of the net. "Grace! There!"
There would have been a "spill" except that Amy caught the swayinghammock and held it until Grace managed, more or less "gracelessly,"to get out.
"There's the empty box," she remarked, as it was disclosed where ithad lain hidden between herself and Betty. "Not a crumb left, Amy, mydear. But I fancy I have a fresh box in the house, if Will hasn'tfound them. He's always— snooping, if you'll pardon my slang."
"I wasn't looking for candy," replied Amy. "It's my handkerchief—that new lace one; I fancied I left it in the hammock."
"Wait, I'll get up," said Betty. "Don't you dare let go, Amy. I don'tsee why I'm so foolish as to wear this tight skirt. We didn't botherwith such style when we were off on our walking tour."
"Oh, blessed tour!" sighed Mollie. "I wish we could go on anotherone— to the North Pole," and she vigorously fanned herself with amagazine cover.
Betty rose, and Amy found what she was looking for. Grace walkedslowly over the shaded lawn toward her house, at which the three chumshad gathered this beautiful— if too warm— July day. Betty, Amy, andMollie made a simultaneous dive for the hammock, and managed, allthree, to squeeze into it, with Betty in the middle.
"Oh, dear!" she cried. "This is too much! Let me out, and you girlscan have it to yourselves. Besides, I want to talk, and I can't do itsitting down very well."
"You used to," observed Amy, smoothing out her rather crumpled dress,and making dabs at her warm face with the newly discoveredhandkerchief.
"The kind of talking I'm going to do now calls for action—'business,' as the stage people call it," explained Betty. "I want towalk around and swing my arms. Besides, I can't properly do justice tothe subject sitting down. Oh, girls, I've got the grandest surprisefor you!" Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks glowed; she seemedelectrified with some piece of news.
"That's what you said when you first came," spoke Mollie, "but weseemed to get off the track. Start over, Betty, that's a dear, andtell us all about it. Take that willow chair," and Billy pointed to anartistic green one that harmonized delightfully with the grass, andthe gray bark of an apple tree against which it was drawn.
"No, I'm going to stand up," went on Betty. "Anyhow, I don't want tostart until Grace comes back. I detest telling a thing over twice."
"If Grace can't find that box of chocolates she'll most likely rundown to the store for another," said Amy.
"And that means we won't hear the surprise for ever so long," saidMollie. "Go on, Bet, tell us, and we'll retell it to Grace when shecomes. That will get rid of your objection," and Mollie tucked backseveral locks of her pretty hair that had strayed loose when thevigorous hammock-action took place.
"No, I'd rather tell it to you all together," insisted Betty, with ashake of her head. "It wouldn't be fair to Grace to tell it to you twofirst. We'll wait."
"I'll go in and ask her to hurry," ventured Amy. She was alwayswilling to do what she could to promote peace, harmony, and generalgood feeling. If ever anyone wanted anything done, Amy was generallythe first to volunteer.
"There's no great hurry," said Betty, "though from the way I rushedover here you might think so. But really, it is the grandest thing!Oh, girls, such a time as may be ahead of us this summer!" and shepretended to hug herself in delight.
"Betty Nelson, you've just got to tell us!" insisted Mollie. "Lookout, Amy, I'm going to get up."
Getting up from a hammock— or doing anything vigorous, for thatmatter— was always a serious business with quick Mollie. Shegenerally warned her friends not to "stand too close."
"Never mind, here comes Grace," interrupted Amy. "Do sit still,Mollie; it's too warm to juggle— or is it jiggle?— around so."
"Make it wiggle," suggested Betty.
"Do hurry, Grace," called Mollie "We can't hear about the grandsurprise until you get here, and we're both just dying to know what itis."
"I couldn't find my chocolates," said Grace, as she strolledgracefully up, making the most of her slender figure. "I just knowWill took them. Isn't he horrid!"
"Never mind, did you bring the talcum?" asked Amy. "We can sprinkle iton green apples and pretend it's fruit juice."
"Don't you dare suggest such a thing when my little twins come along,as they're sure to do, sooner or later," spoke Mollie, referring toher brother and sister— Paul and Dora— or more often "Dodo," agedfour.
They were "regular tykes," whatever that is. Mollie said so, and sheought to know. "If you gave them that idea," she went on, "we'd havethem both in the hospital. However, they're not likely to cometo-day."
"Why not?" asked Betty, for the twins had a habit of appearing mostunexpectedly, and in the most out-of-the-way places.
"They're over at Aunt Kittie's for the day, and I told mamma Ishouldn't mind if she kept them a week."
"Oh, the dears!" murmured Amy.
"You wouldn't say so if you saw how they upset my room yesterday. Ilike a little peace and quietness," exclaimed Mollie. "I love Paul andDodo, but— and she shrugged her shoulders effectively, as only theFrench can.
"Here's the talcum," spoke Grace. "I'm sorry about the chocolates.Wait until I see Will," and she shook an imaginary brother.
"Never mind, dear, it's too hot for candies, anyhow," consoled Betty."Pass the talcum," and she reached for the box that Mollie was thenusing. "It has the most delightful odor, Grace. Where did you get it?"
"It's a new sample lot Harrison's pharmacy got in. Mr. Harrison gaveme a box to try, and said— "
"He wanted you to recommend it to your friends, I've no doubt,"remarked Mollie.
"He didn't s