Gloria at Boarding School

CHAPTER I
MIXED BAGGAGE

The dark haired girl, sitting on the cretonne couch, chuckled.

"So this is boarding school!"

No one heard her, the little clock on the corner shelf ticked away and never "let on," for new girls coming to that room were no novelty to the clock. They came and went yearly, sometimes oftener, and what difference did it make that this one chuckled? Those who sighed, or even those who wept, always got over it in time. No doubt the dark haired girl would get over her rather cynical defiance of Miss Alton's rules for lady-like deportment. Also, she might in time learn to sit on a chair properly.

Gloria Doane really felt defiant. Boarding2 school always represented restrictions to her inexperienced reasoning, and restrictions were never a part of her chosen schedule. A sense of freedom was necessary to her happiness.

At her Barbed home, she scarcely respected the wildest coast storm and often thought it a lark to help lifeguards shoot out their boats or rig up a buoy. But last year Gloria was "due" to go to this exclusive school and she had not done so. In fact, circumstances wove such a net about her that the meshes represented a most unusual story, told in the first volume of this series called, "Gloria: A Girl and Her Dad." But now the net was flattened out, stretched to dry on regulation lines, and Gloria had emerged like a fairy mermaid, changed back to an earth maiden, and was doing such ordinary things as going to boarding school. . . . .

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