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"Green goggles!" cried Harriet excitedly.
Up and up wound the trail.
The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills
CHAPTER I
THE MAN WITH GREEN GOGGLES
"I hear that Janus Grubb is going to take a passel of gals on a tramp
over the hills," observed the postmaster, helping himself to a cracker
from the grocer's barrel.
"Gals?" questioned the storekeeper.
"Yes. There's a lot of mail here for the parties, mostly postals.
Can't make much out of the postals, but some of the letters I can read
through the envelopes by holding them against the window."
"Lemme have a look," urged the grocer eagerly.
"Not by a hatful. I'm an officer of the government. The secrets of
the government must be guarded, I tell ye. There's six of them----"
"You don't say! Six letters?" interrupted the grocer.
"No, gals. One's name is Elting. She's what they call a chaperon.
Another is Jane McCarthy--I reckon some relation of the party who wrote
me a letter asking what I knew about Jan. I reckon Jan got the job on
my recommendation."
"Who are these girls, and what do they think they're goin' to do up
here?"
"Call themselves 'The Meadow-Brook Gals.
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