XI. THE CLOUD LIFTS 191
XII. INITIATED 208
XIII. SUNDAY 227
XIV. SETTLEMENT WORK 239
XV. A HARVARD TEA 255
XVI. ANTICIPATIONS 274
XVII. THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS 294
XVIII. KITTY'S COTILLION 313
XIX. A SURPRISE PARTY 333
XX. THE JUNIOR SPREAD 344
XXI. THE LAMBS' FROLIC 359
XXII. COMMENCEMENT 377

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

PAGE

"SHE WRENCHED THE WHIP FROM ALEC'S HAND"
(_See page 308_) _Frontispiece_

"BLUE BONNET TOOK THE MIRROR AND LOOKED AT
HERSELF FROM ALL ANGLES" 140

"THE GHOST IN THE CENTRE OF THE GROUP ROSE" 216

"GABRIEL LOOKED UP IN DISDAIN" 245

"SHE WAS HOLDING ON TO UNCLE CLIFF'S COAT
LAPELS" 288

"SHE WAS OONAH, THE BEWITCHING LITTLE IRISH
MAIDEN" 357

Blue Bonnet in Boston

CHAPTER I

THE WAIL OF THE WE ARE SEVENS

Blue Bonnet raised the blind of the car window, which had been drawn all
the afternoon to shut out the blazing sun, and took a view of the flying
landscape. Then she consulted the tiny watch at her wrist and sat up
with a start.

"Grandmother!" she said excitedly, "we'll soon be in Woodford; that is,
in just an hour. We're on time, you know. Hadn't we better be getting
our things together?"

Mrs. Clyde straightened up from the pillows, which Blue Bonnet had
arranged comfortably for her afternoon nap, and peered out at the
rolling hills and green meadow-lands.

"I think we have plenty of time, Blue Bonnet," she said, smiling into
the girl's eager face. "But perhaps we would better freshen up a bit.
You are sure we are on time?"

"Yes, I asked the conductor when I went back to see Solomon at the last
station. Four-twenty sharp, at Woodford, he told Solomon, and Solomon
licked his hand with joy. Poor doggie! I don't believe he appreciates
the value of travel, even if he has seen Texas and New York and Boston.
He loathes the baggage-car, though I must say the men all along the way
have been perfectly splendid to him. But then, any one wou