Arthur A Dixon: 2 books

It was the first week of the summer term at Winterburn Lodge. Afternoon preparation was over, and most of the girls had left the classroom for a chat and a stroll round the playground until the tea-bell should ring. From the tennis court came the sounds of the soft thud of balls and a few excited voices...

Packing Only one day more, cried Patty Hirst, surveying with deep interest the large new box which stood by the side of the chest of drawers in her bedroom; just one day! How dreadfully quickly the time has come! I feel quite queer when I think about it. I can scarcely believe that before the end of...