Eight Girls and a Dog

Brief Extract: ‟IS there any way to pack pillows in pitchers?” said Marjorie, framing herself in the front doorway, one hand grasping recklessly the handles of three large pitchers, and both arms full of sofa-pillows. The group on the veranda lo ... Read more

Brief Extract: ‟IS there any way to pack pillows in pitchers?” said Marjorie, framing herself in the front doorway, one hand grasping recklessly the handles of three large pitchers, and both arms full of sofa-pillows. The group on the veranda looked up at her doubtfully. “Yes,” said brilliant Nan. “Have your pitchers bigger than your pillows, and the thing is done.” “But the pillows are bigger than the pitchers.” “Then pack the pitchers in the pillows,” said Betty. “Why, of course! Betty, you’re a genius!” And Marjorie disappeared with her burdens, while the girls on the veranda fell to chattering again like half a dozen shirt-waisted magpies. Now I know that a story with eight heroines is an imposition upon even the gentlest of readers, but you see there were eight girls in the Blue Ribbon Cooking Club; and when their president, Marjorie Bond, proposed that they go down to Long Beach and spend a fortnight all by themselves in her father’s cottage, the whole club rose up as one girl and voted aye. Less