Marjorie Dean High School Senior   By: Josephine Chase (-1931)

MARJORIE DEAN High School Senior

By

PAULINE LESTER

AUTHOR OF

"Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman" "Marjorie Dean, High School Sophomore" "Marjorie Dean, High School Junior"

A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers New York

Copyright, 1917 By A. L. BURT COMPANY

MARJORIE DEAN, HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I. A Pretense of Friendship 3 II. A Humble Senior 13 III. Missing: a Letter 25 IV. Laying a Cornerstone 36 V. The Hard Road of Duty 50 VI. Strictly Local Politics 63 VII. A Step Toward Popularity 69 VIII. The Rule of Rules 77 IX. A Real Lookout 86 X. Hallowe'en Mysteries 99 XI. An Unwilling Cavalier 112 XII. A Discouraged Reformer 128 XIII. Jerry Declares Herself 141 XIV. An Unrepentant Sinner 154 XV. The Fulfillment of the Plan 165 XVI. A Puzzling Young Person 176 XVII. Choosing a Victim 186 XVIII. Not at Home? 199 XIX. The Sign 212 XX. When Friends Fall Out 223 XXI. A Message from Jerry 236 XXII. Marjorie Decides 244 XXIII. A Stormy Session 254 XXIV. A Treasureless Treasurer 262 XXV. The Treacherous Treasurer and the Slippery Sleuth 272 XXVI. Her Better Self 282 XXVII. Commencement 299

MARJORIE DEAN, HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR

CHAPTER I A PRETENSE OF FRIENDSHIP

"Marjorie! Marjorie Dean!" The black eyed girl in the runabout accompanied her high pitched call by a gradual slowing down of the smart little car she was driving.

The dainty, white gowned figure on the sidewalk tilted a white parasol over one shoulder and turned a pair of startled brown eyes in the direction of the voice. "Why, Mignon, I didn't know you were home from Severn Beach! How do you do?" Advancing to the runabout, Marjorie Dean stretched forth a white gloved hand.

"I've been in Sanford since Wednesday," returned Mignon. Leaning out of the runabout, she lightly clasped the proffered fingers. "Get into my car and I'll take you wherever you want to go. I'm glad I saw you. It's been deadly dull in Sanford with most of the girls still away." Her elfish eyes noting that Marjorie's smart attire betokened a possible luncheon or tea, Mignon was consumed with a lively curiosity to learn the pretty senior's destination. "You look as though you were going to an afternoon tea," she continued artfully. "Say where and I'll ride you there."