Three Vassar girls in South America : a holiday trip of three college girls through the southern continent, up the Amazon, down the Madeira, across the Andes, and up the Pacific coast to Panama . ters from the Fazenda to the post-office at Santarem. Philomenaplaced the letter upon the desk in her masters office, and if Maudcould have looked into the room late that night she would have seena curious and not a reassuring sight. The Senhor entered the roomafter bidding his guests good-night, lit a cigar, and proceeded towrite a letter. He caught sight, as he wrote, of T^Iauds letter lyingbeside h
Three Vassar girls in South America : a holiday trip of three college girls through the southern continent, up the Amazon, down the Madeira, across the Andes, and up the Pacific coast to Panama . ters from the Fazenda to the post-office at Santarem. Philomenaplaced the letter upon the desk in her masters office, and if Maudcould have looked into the room late that night she would have seena curious and not a reassuring sight. The Senhor entered the roomafter bidding his guests good-night, lit a cigar, and proceeded towrite a letter. He caught sight, as he wrote, of T^Iauds letter lyingbeside him, and tossed it carelessly into the mail-bag. Then hewrote more slowly, evidently not thinking of the words which hisfingers traced. Finally he laid down his pen, took out the letter, andstudied the address. Then he moistened the envelope and waiteduntil it softened sufficiently to allow of his carefully opening it. Henext read the letter from beginning to end. A scornful smile curledhis mustachios as he finished and placed it in a little brass dishdestined to receive cigar ashes. He lit the letter, and as it flashedinto flame the smile on his face was still more unpleasant to Il6 TIIRL1-: VASSAR GIRLS IX SOUTH AMERICA. CHAPTER VIII. ON THE TRAIL. MR. JP:NKINS sat behind the church at Monte Alegre andplayed cards steadil} with the cic/c, but his thoughts took awider range than the cards which he held in his hand. He glancedexpectantly up the river for the faint thread of smoke which wouldtell him of the coming of a steamer, and his mind was busy withplans for entrapping the Doctor. But, though the priest gave his entire attention to the game, he lostconstantly, and finally he threw down his cards with the impatientexclamation, I can play no longer, for I have nothing left to stakebut my cassock and breviar}. Mr. Jenkins absent-mindedl} drew in his winnings, and as he didso his thouii^hts wcre somethinir like these: I must stick close tothe Doctor, but even if I fin
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