Front matter
Reading edition
Blithe McBride
Hands Off!
Hugh Gwyeth: A Roundhead Cavalier
Soldier Rigdale, Ill. by R. Birch
The Making of Christopher Ferringham
A Little Captive Lad, Ill. by Will Grefe
Merrylips, Ill. by F. Merrill
The Turned-about Girls, Ill. by Blanche Greer
But just as she reached the gap Caroline came pattering out of the dark and clutched her—
THE TURNED-ABOUT GIRLS
BY
BEULAH MARIE DIX
AUTHOR OF “MERRYLIPS,” “BLITHE MCBRIDE,” ETC.
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1922
All rights reserved
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Copyright, 1922,
By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published September, 1922.
FERRIS
PRINTING COMPANY
NEW YORK CITY
To
MY TRUSTY AND WELL-BELOVED DAUGHTER
EVELYN GREENLEAF FLEBBE
CONTENTS
I.Strangers on the Limited
II.Mildred, Mistress of Ceremonies
III.A Bond in Common
IV.The Big Idea
V.Turned-About Girls
VI.Claimed and Called For
VII.Like a Dream
VIII.Music in the Twilight
IX.Penelope Unbends
X.The Capture of a Half-Aunt
XI.On the Road to Longmeadow
XII.New Relations
XIII.“Call Me Jackie!”
XIV.The End of a Perfect Day
XV.Two Pennies to Spend
XVI.A Fair Encounter
XVII.Over the Teacups
XVIII.Over the Darning Basket
XIX.The Price of Temper
XX.According to Agreement
XXI.An Hour to Try the Soul
XXII.Penelope Takes Alarm
XXIII.Through the Darkness
XXIV.Never Again
XXV.On a Night of Tempest
XXVI.The Serpent of Remorse
XXVII.Against a Closed Door
XXVIII.The Utterly Impossible
XXIX.So Much for So Much
XXX.Sleepy-Head
XXXI.A Letter from Alaska
XXXII.The Horns of a Dilemma
XXXIII.In the House of Her Kinsfolk
XXXIV.A Business Transaction
XXXV.Eleanor Joins the Party
XXXVI.Cornered
XXXVII.One Way Out
XXXVIII.All on a Summer Afternoon
XXXIX.The End of a Journey
XL.Turn About Again!
XLI.Night of Judgment
XLII.Pride and Penelope
XLIII.In the Meadows
XLIV.“Happy Ever After!”
ILLUSTRATIONS
But just as she reached the Gap, Caroline came pattering out of the dark and clutched her—
“Jacqueline! It’s I—Cousin Penelope. Don’t be frightened”
“Don’t! Don’t!” wailed Jacqueline and clasped Aunt Martha tight. “Don’t you cry. There’s nothing to cry about”