Josephine Chase

Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders on the Great American Desert by Josephine Chase

Grace Harlowe's Junior Year at High School / Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities by Josephine Chase

The red-haired girl stared fixedly out of the window. There was nothing to look at but black night, and the light from within turned the glass into a dusky mirror where her image was clearly reflected. But she stared at it unseeingly, busy with her thoughts. She was very early, but in fifteen minutes or so the Girl Scouts would commence to arrive. It was something of an ordeal to face the strangers and she had planned to be the first one in the room. She thought it a distinct advantage to meet them so rather than to enter the room feeling that the fifteen or twenty pairs of eyes were all noting her and the brains belonging to them were registering the usual formula, \"Goodness, what red hair!\" She never could see why people always spoke of her hair. Certainly there were redder heads, and her heavy, waving locks were always perfectly cared for, glossy and brushed with careful attention. She pulled the long braid over her shoulder and looked at it. The braid was thicker than her wrist, and when unbound it reached nearly to her knees. Almost petulantly she swung it behind her and turned her eyes toward the window again. They were queer eyes, a strange sea-green in color, and their black lashes and straight brows gave them a dark and brooding expression. She was pale, but it was not a wholesome pallor. She looked like a girl whose hours were not good, who sat up too late, and ate the wrong kinds of food. Her supple slender hands were bare except for a little finger ring of green jade set in silver. Her wrist-watch showed its tiny face from the center of a silver and jade bracelet. She wore the jewel pushed far up her sleeve.

Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College by Josephine Chase

Marjorie was a feast for beauty-loving eyes as she sat on the wide stone edge of the silver-spraying fountain with its musical murmur of water splashing into a white marble basin. The mannish cut of her gray knickered riding clothes merely made her look more than ever like a little girl. From under her little round gray hat with its bit of irridescent color her bright brown curls showed in a soft fluff. She sat smiling at Ronny, a sleeve of her riding coat pushed back from one rounded arm, one hand trailing idly in the clear water of the basin.

The Paladins of Edwin the Great by Clements R. Markham

Excerpt: ...when to be silent,

The Essays of Montaigne, Volume 14 by Michel de Montaigne

Coniston -- Complete by Winston Churchill

Wakulla: a story of adventure in Florida by Kirk Munroe

A Manual of Elementary Geology by Charles Lyell

Mrs. Falchion, Volume 1. by Gilbert Parker

The Smuggler Chief by Gustave Aimard

Green Eyes by Roy J. Snell

Diary of a U-Boat Commander by Anonymous