EA 60
VII. THE SIN BOOKS 72
VIII. A CHAPTER OF LETTERS 93
IX. BETTY'S REFLECTIONS 108
X. UP-COUNTRY 137
XI. THE TWO FRIENDS 158
XII. BETTY AT HOME 171
XIII. A GREAT EXCITEMENT 185
XIV. THE OUT-OF-DOOR CLUB 209
XV. THE STARLIGHT COMES IN 221
XVI. DOWN THE RIVER 239
XVII. GOING AWAY 276

BETTY LEICESTER.

I.

AS FAR AS RIVERPORT.

TWO persons sat at a small breakfast-table near an open window, high up
in Young's Hotel in Boston. It was a pleasant June morning, just after
eight o'clock, and they could see the white clouds blowing over; but the
gray walls of the Court House were just opposite, so that one cannot say
much of their view of the world. The room was pleasanter than most hotel
rooms, and the persons at breakfast were a girl of fifteen, named Betty
Leicester, and her father. Their friends thought them both good-looking,
but it ought to be revealed in this story just what sort of good looks
they had, since character makes the expression of people's faces. But
this we can say, to begin with: they had eyes very much alike, very
kind and frank and pleasant, and they had a good fresh color, as if they
spent much time out-of-doors. In fact, they were just off the sea,
having come in only two days before on the Catalonia from Liverpool; and
the Catalonia, though very comfortable, had made a slower voyage than
some steamers do in coming across.

They had nearly finished breakfast, but Betty was buttering one more
nice bit of toast to finish her marmalade, while Mr. Leicester helped
himself to more strawberries. They both looked a little grave, as if
something important were to be done when breakfast was over; and if you
had sat in the third place by the table, and, instead of looking out of
the window, had looked to right and left into the bedrooms that opened
at either hand, you would guess the reason. In Betty's room, on her
table, were ulster and her umbrella and her traveling-bag beside a
basket, these last being labeled "Miss E. Leicester, Tideshead;" and in
the room opposite was a corresponding array, excepting that the labels
read, "T. Leicester, Windsor Hotel, Montreal." So for once the girl and
her father were going in different directions.

"Papa, dear," said Betty, "how long will it be before you can tell about
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