The Girls of Central High on the Stage: or, The Play That Took The Prize

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Morrison Gertrude W.. The Girls of Central High on the Stage: or, The Play That Took The Prize

CHAPTER I – WHAT THE M. O. R.’S NEEDED

CHAPTER II – WHAT JOSEPHINE MORSE NEEDED

CHAPTER III – WHAT MR. CHUMLEY NEEDED

CHAPTER IV – WHAT MRS. PRENTICE NEEDED

CHAPTER V – THERE IS A GENERAL NEED

CHAPTER VI – IT ALL COMES OUT

CHAPTER VII – THE HAND HELD OUT

CHAPTER VIII – THE RACE IS ON

CHAPTER IX – A SKATING PARTY

CHAPTER X – THE MID-TERM EXAMINATION

CHAPTER XI – MISSING

CHAPTER XII – COUNSEL FOR THE DEFENSE

CHAPTER XIII – A WAY IS OPENED

CHAPTER XIV – IN SUSPENSE

CHAPTER XV – A MILE A MINUTE

CHAPTER XVI – “JUST LIKE A STORY BOOK”

CHAPTER XVII – LILY PENDLETON IS DISSATISFIED

CHAPTER XVIII – THE SKI RUNNERS

CHAPTER XIX – THE FIRST DRESS REHEARSAL

CHAPTER XX – “MR. PIZOTTI”

CHAPTER XXI – MOTHER WIT PUTS TWO AND TWO TOGETHER

CHAPTER XXII – MRS. PLORNISH

CHAPTER XXIII – “CAUGHT ON THE FLY”

CHAPTER XXIV – THE GREAT NIGHT

CHAPTER XXV – GOOD NEWS FOR JESS

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In spite of the bright lights illuminating the windows of the M. O. R. house – and many other larger and finer houses at that end of Whiffle Street – outside it was dark and dreary enough. Especially was this so at the “poverty-stricken end,” as Josephine Morse called her section of the street. Jess and her widowed mother lived on the fringe of the wealthy Hill district, where Whiffle Street develops an elbow, suddenly becomes narrow, and debouches upon Market Street.

It was raining, too. Not an honest, splashing downpour, but a drizzling, half-hearted rain that drifted about the streets as though ashamed of itself, leaving a deposit of slime on all the crosswalks, and making the corner street-lamps weep great tears. The gas-lamps, too, seemed in a fog and struggled feebly against the blackness of the evening.

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“Why, I heard Mr. Sharp say, as he was helping Mrs. Kerrick into Colonel Swayne’s auto:

“‘The girls of Central High should be delighted, Mrs. Kerrick – and very grateful to you, indeed. Two hundred dollars! And a chance for any smart girl to win it!’ – just like that. Now, Jess, you and I are both smart girls, aren’t we?” demanded Bobby, roguishly.

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