Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 14: what you’re looking at

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18 THR GIRL TRAILER. age—with a piquant, happy, reckless face, brimful of fun and reckless daring. Her hair was short and of a reddish hue, and curled in obstinate rings about her shapely little head. Her dress was something like the Bloomer costume, and her right heel was adorned by a bright spur which had evidently been used. “ Hurrah, Maud!” she cried, swinging herself lightly from the saddle. ‘Here I come like the bad penny which always returns. What does Jen Carroll care what the world thinks of her? J know my own heart, and if I can defend myself when I am insulted that is my look-out. And if I choose to ride a horse man-fashion, instead of riding with my knee in my mouth, as these side-saddle girls have to do, that is my business 100.” “Are you angry, Jennie dear?” said Maud. “Anery? No, I don’t know that I am angry—but I met Rodney Phelps just now, and he said, ‘ How do you do, Mr. Carroll ?; and I said, ‘ How are you, Miss Nancy?’ and rode on, sticking in my spur to get away from him as quick as I could. Obt—I could tear him all to pieces !” To the uninitiated this young lady would have seemed to be ungry. Her eyes flashed fire, and her fingers twitched convulsively. “ Keep cool, Jennie,” said Maud, “ or I shall think you care more about Rodney than you are willing to allow.” “Care for him! I was tempted to lay my whip across his impudent face. J will do it, too, if I meet him again, and he dares to say Mister to me. There !” | “Ife is impudent, dear; but then, he is a brave, good fel- low, and loves you, after all.” : ‘ Because 1 choose to ride a horse in a sensible manner,” cried Jennie, returning to ber grievance, “is it any of Az bu- siness? It always makes me angry to see a girl riding with a side-saddle—the most ridiculous, awkward—- Ugh! I wish I could meet Rod Phelps; now. Td give him a piece of my mind.” “T saw your cousin this morning, Jennie.” ee “What! Gaston ?” .cried Jennie, “Yes; tie your horse and come in and I will tell you +49? ' about it.” : CoOnmiclooOoks. conn