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Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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they now were to Rob Langton.While he stood there waiting, Frank Hopkinspassed, talking to the tall youth of whom Evanhad asked his way that afternoon. If they sawhim they made no sign. Presently Rob parted from the last of his ac-quaintances and, followed by Evan, reached thedoor. Sorry to keep you waiting, he apologized.Some of those chaps, though, I wanted to benice to—for a reason. I 11 tell you why some daysoon. Now let s cut across to First House andcall on Mrs. Crow. Chapter IV MALCOLM WARNE They found the door of the matrons office wideopen and boys coming and going every minute.It was a good deal like a reception, Evan thought,as Rob, taking him by the arm, guided him intothe room. The matron was a small, plump,middle-aged woman with red cheeks and veryblack hair, whom every fellow liked at firstglance and usually worshiped devotedly by theend of his first term. Old boys returning toschool made a bee-line from the stage to NumberI First House, and shook hands with Mrs. Crow
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HELLO! HE SAID. OH, BEG PARDON. WHERES ROB? 327 (SEE PAGE 329.j 328 KINGSFORD, QUARTER (Feb., before they thought of anything else. Her sit-ting-room, or office as she preferred to call it,was a veritable museum of gifts from boys ortheir parents, gifts ranging from sea-shells to themahogany arm-chair presented to her by lastyears graduating class.And there was nt a thingso tiny and trivial, that shecould nt tell you at oncethe name of the giver. Shehad very pleasant, kindlyblack eyes and a sweetvoice, and loved a joke bet-ter than her afternoon tea.Rob wormed his way intothe group about her, drag-ging Evan after him. How do you do, Mrs.Crow? he cried, seizingher hand and shaking itviolently. Are nt you gladto see me? Why, Rob, how you dogrow ! Oh, my poor hand !Of course I m glad to seeyou, even if you did forgetto come and say good-by tome last June. I tried to, really, Mrs.Crow, but I could nt standthe—the ordeal. It wouldhave saddened my wholesummer. I want you toknow my brother

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