“Whatever else you leave undone, see Qualla,” urged the friend who had persuaded us to an exploration of the North Carolinian mountains as he helped us aboard the train in Philadelphia. “Ride over some day to Casher’s Valley: you’ll…
The Cooking Club.
”Girls, I have a plan!” exclaimed Dolly Rober.
The girls of the junior class in the Hillsborough school, to which Dolly belonged, had gathered, as they always did on their half-holidays, out at the Rober farm.
THE ASBESTOS BOX
BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE MURDER IN THE GLEN ROSS”
I remember an odd story about a will, which, I believe, I have never told before. It is not long, though it covers a good many years.
One winter evening I was…