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Title: Tabitha's Vacation

Author: Ruth Alberta Brown

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TABITHA'S VACATION

Volume III in the Ivy Hall Series

by

RUTH ALBERTA BROWN

Author of "Tabitha at Ivy Hall," "Tabitha's Glory," "At the Little
Brown House," Etc.

[Frontispiece: "I hope," panted Tabitha, trotting along at the rear of
the procession, "that you don't have your fun in such a hurry."]

The Saalfield Publishing Company
Chicago, ---- Akron, Ohio ---- New York
Made in U. S. A.
Copyright, MCMXIII
By the Saalfield Publishing Company

CONTENTS

I. The McKittricks' Misfortune
II. Tabitha and Gloriana, Housekeepers
III. Unwelcome Guests
IV. Mischief Makers
V. Irene's Song
VI. Gloriana's Burglars
VII. Toady and the Castor Beans
VIII. Billiard Runs Away
IX. Billiard Surrenders
X. Susanne Entertains a Caller
XI. In the Canyon
XII. The Bank of Silver Bow is Robbed
XIII. The Robbers and the Haunted House
XIV. The Unexpected Happens
XV. Myra's Climax

ILLUSTRATIONS

"I hope," panted Tabitha, trotting along at the rear of the procession,
"that you don't have your fun in such a hurry." . . . _Frontispiece_

TABITHA'S VACATION

CHAPTER I

THE MCKITTRICKS' MISFORTUNE

"'Ho, ho, vacation days are here,
We welcome them with right good cheer;
In wisdom's halls we love to be,
But yet 'tis pleasant to be free,'"

warbled Tabitha Catt, pausing on the doorstep of her little desert home
as she vigorously shook a dingy dusting cloth, and hungrily sniffed the