VIRGINIA’S ADVENTURE CLUB
“I’m not scared of you,” she said.
CHAPTER I
THE ADVENTURE CLUB
“Now that the Christmas holidays are over,” Babs remarked on the firstMonday evening after the close of the short vacation, “I mean to redeemmyself.”
Margaret Selover looked down at the Dresden China girl who, her fluffygolden curls loosened from their fastenings, was wearing a blue corduroykimona which matched her eyes. Babs sat tailorwise upon the furry whiterug close to their grate fire.
Megsy laughed. “Which means?” she inquired as she sat in front of herbirds-eye maple dressing table, brushing her pretty brown hair.
“Which means that I have determined to startle the natives by getting myname on the honor roll. Watchez-vous me! See if I don’t.”
“I certainly admire your French.” Margaret was donning her golden brownrobe that was woolly and warm. Then, when she, too, was seated oppositeher roommate, she inquired: “But why this sudden ambition? I thoughtyour motto has always been ‘Learn as little as you can, for wisdom makesa stupid man.’”
“Well, doesn’t it?” Babs flashed. “Take Professor Crowell fer instance.He probably knows as much as the encyclopædia, and yet, who can deny butthat he is stupid. He goes around ruminating on things that nobody elsecould understand, and he can’t even tell his own daughters apart.”
Margaret laughed. “Well, belovedest, I don’t think you and I