The Seven Sleuths' Club
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Norton Carol. The Seven Sleuths' Club
CHAPTER I. ENTER THE S. S. C
CHAPTER II. SNOW MAIDENS
CHAPTER III. A MERRY ADVENTURE
CHAPTER IV. INTERESTING NEWS
CHAPTER V. A MISCHIEVOUS PLAN
CHAPTER VI. MILK MAIDS AND BUTTER CHURNERS
CHAPTER VII. AN UNWILLING HOSTESS
CHAPTER VIII. THREE LETTERS
CHAPTER IX. A RETURNED CALL
CHAPTER X. WANTED – A HOUSEKEEPER
CHAPTER XI. A REBELLIOUS BOY
CHAPTER XII. A SLEIGH-RIDE PARTY
CHAPTER XIII. A BAG OF GOLD
CHAPTER XIV. TWO CONSPIRATORS
CHAPTER XV. A BOY’S REPENTANCE
CHAPTER XVI. THE HEART OF A SNOB
CHAPTER XVII. FIRST DAY IN A NEW SCHOOL
CHAPTER XVIII. A MYSTERY TO SOLVE
CHAPTER XIX. SEARCHING FOR CLUES
CHAPTER XX. THE SLEUTHS SLEUTHING
CHAPTER XXI. A VALENTINE PARTY
CHAPTER XXII. A NEW RESOLVE
CHAPTER XXIII. A PROUD COOK
CHAPTER XXIV. KINDNESS REWARDED
CHAPTER XXV. A MUCH LOVED GIRL
CHAPTER XXVI. A HAPPY REUNION
CHAPTER XXVII. HOME, SWEET HOME
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The picturesque village of Sunnyside had one main road, wide, elm-shaded, which began at a beautiful hill-encircled lake, and which from there climbed gently up through the business part of town to the residential, passed the orphanage, the fine old seminary for girls and the even older academy for boys, and then led through wide-open spaces, fertile farms, other scattered villages and on to Dorchester, a large, thriving city forty miles away. Merry Lee’s father was a builder and contractor whose offices were in Dorchester, but whose home was a comfortable old colonial house on the main thoroughfare in the village of Sunnyside.
The large, square library of the Lee home was warm and cheerful on that blustery, blizzardy Saturday afternoon. A log was snapping and crackling on the hearth and a big slate-colored Persian cat on the rug was purring loudly its content. A long lad, half reclining on a window seat, was reading a detective story and making notes surreptitiously now and then. At a wide front window, Merry Lee stood drumming her fingers on the pane and peering out at the whirling snow. A chiming clock announced that the hour was three. “And I told the crowd to be there by two-thirty at the latest.” Although the girl had not really been addressing him, the boy glanced up to remark: “Might as well give up, Sis. Girls wouldn’t venture out in a storm like this; they are like cats. They like to stay in where it’s warm and comfy. Hey, Muff?” The puss, upon hearing its name, opened one sleepy blue eye, looked at the boy lazily and then dozed again.
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“Merry, do you really? How ever did you find out? I’ve asked Bob over and over to tell me, but he has always refused and has actually declared that we girls never would know.”
“Well,” their president said, “we do know, at least in part. I hate eavesdropping just as much as anyone, but when Jack himself shut me in the stuffy little room off the library where we store our old magazines and books, and where I had gone to hunt up an article I needed for a composition, how could I help hearing? Two or three of their ‘C. D. C.’ club had come over for a special session, I guess. I was just about to burst out when I heard Jack say, ‘Yes, we’re alone, all right! Sis went to the library, I think, to do some reference work.’ Then, before I really could do anything (I was so wedged in among piles of magazines). Jack had announced: ‘Say, fellows, but I’ve got the keenest Conan Doyle book. Best ever. I call it!’”
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