Ruth Fielding At College; or, The Missing Examination Papers

								


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                        Ruth Fielding At College



                                   OR



                      THE MISSING EXAMINATION PAPERS



                           BY ALICE B. EMERSON
Author of "Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill," "Ruth Fielding on Cliff
Island," Etc.

ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1917, by
Cupples & Leon Company
Ruth Fielding at College
Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

       I. Looking Collegeward



      II. Maggie



     III. Expectations



      IV. First Impressions



       V. Getting Settled



      VI. Miss Cullam's Trouble



     VII. Fame Is Not Always an Asset



    VIII. The Stone Face



      IX. Getting on



       X. A Tempest in a Teapot



      XI. The One Rebel



     XII. Ruth Is Not Satisfied



    XIII. The Girl in the Storm



     XIV. "Oft in the Stilly Night"



      XV. An Odd Adventure



     XVI. What Was in Rebecca's Trunk



    XVII. What Was in Rebecca's Heart



   XVIII. Bearding the Lions



     XIX. A Deep, Dark Plot



      XX. Two Surprises



     XXI. Many Things Happen



    XXII. Can It Be a Clue?



   XXIII. The Squall



    XXIV. Treasure Hunting



     XXV. The End of a Perfect Year

RUTH FIELDING AT COLLEGE

CHAPTER I
LOOKING COLLEGEWARD

"Oh, my back! and oh, my bones!"
By no possibility could Aunt Alvirah Boggs have risen from her low
rocking chair in the Red Mill kitchen without murmuring this complaint.
She was a little, hoop-backed woman, with crippled limbs; but she
possessed a countenance that was very much alive, nut-brown and
innumerably wrinkled though it was.
She had been Mr. Jabez Potter's housekeeper at the Red Mill for more
than fifteen years, and if anybody knew the "moods and tenses" of the
miserly miller, it must have been Aunt Alvirah. She even professed to
know the miller's feelings toward his grand-niece, Ruth Fielding, better
than Ruth knew them herself.
The little old woman was expecting the return of Ruth now, and she went
to the porch to see if she could spy her down the road, and thus be
warned in time to set the tea to draw. Ruth and her friends, who had
gone for a tramp in the September woods, would come in ravenous for tea
and cakes and bread-and-butter sandwiches.
Aunt Alvirah looked out upon a very beautiful autumn landscape when she
opened the farmhouse door. The valley of the Lumano was attractive at
all times--in storm or sunshine. Now it was a riot of color, from the
deep crimson of the sumac to the pale amber of certain maple leaves
which fell in showers whenever the wanton breeze shook the boughs.
"Here they come!" murmured Aunt Alvirah. "Here's my pretty!"