The Automobile Girls at Chicago; Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds

      Laura Dent Crane
The Automobile Girls at Chicago; Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds

"Wha—a-at is it?" she muttered, then opened her eyes wide. In the darkness of the Pullman berth she could see nothing at all save a faint perpendicular line of light at the edges of the curtains that enclosed the section. "I—I wonder what made me wake up so suddenly?" Barbara put out a groping hand. The hand came in contact with Mollie Thurston's face. Mollie brushed it away, muttering irritably in her sleep. Then all at once Barbara discovered what had awakened her. Close at hand she heard the voices of two men. They were conversing in low, cautious tones. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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    The Automobile Girls Along the Hudson; Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow

      Laura Dent Crane
The Automobile Girls Along the Hudson; Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow

“I think I’d make a pretty good housemaid,” said Barbara, on her knees, energetically polishing the floor of the cottage parlor. “Only housemaids don’t wear gloves and all-over aprons and mobcaps,” replied Mollie. “And they don’t protect their skins from dust with cold cream,” added Barbara, teasingly. “Do they, Molliekins?” --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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