Polly Pendleton is a resourceful, wide-awake American girl who goes to boarding school on the Hudson River some miles from New York. By her pluck and resourcefulness, she soon makes a place for herself and this she holds right through the course. The account of boarding school life is faithful and pleasing and will attract every girl in her teens.

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Polly Pendleton and Lois Farwell returned to Seddon Hall as seniors. Up the long hill that led from the station their carriage crawled as it had done on every other opening day. From the summit of the hill the low, red-roofed buildings of the school smiled a welcome from their setting of blazing Autumn leaves, and all around them girls were calling out greetings. There was a marked change in the two girls' outward appearances-their hair was up and their skirts were longer, their whole bearing was older. They were different from the two youngsters whose Freshman year has already been recorded. That is, they looked different, and if you had asked them about it they would have assured you that they were indeed different. But, the old-time twinkle in Polly's eyes and Lois' sudden merry laugh gave you a comforting feeling that, after all, in spite of assurances and looks, they were still the same Polly and Lois.

"It was a warm Spring day in late April, a sunshiny, comforting hopeful sort of day that half apologized for its sister days of wind and rain and promised the real beginning of Spring. In the city the people on the sidewalks hummed little snatches of song to themselves as they went about their work and remembered all the pleasant things that they had ever wanted to do. Old plans long put away as impossible were brought out and eagerly reconsidered, for in the Spring everything is possible. The sparrows spluttered and splashed in the mud-puddles, and the dogs barked and chased them, frisky and joyous in spite of their repeated failures to catch them. All the world loves Spring, for it is the time of year when the spirit of adventure is strongest. Polly Pendleton walked briskly along the avenue, busy with her thoughts. She was giving her memory a Spring cleaning. It was almost a year since she had left Seddon Hall as a graduate, and quite a good deal had happened in that year. After a summer spent with Lois and her mother in Polly's New England home, she had returned to town, but not to the dreaded lonesomeness of Uncle Roddy's apartment. Dr. Farwell, Lois' father, had given up his practice in Albany and devoted himself to consulting. He and Mr. Pendleton had taken a house on Riverside Drive and they had moved in. Bob had spent his vacations with them, and Polly could not help saying to herself when she looked back: "And they lived happily ever after." But a sudden disagreeable memory made her frown. Everything had not been quite happy lately. Something was wrong with Lois. She had been attending Art School all winter, and Polly was forced to admit that therein lay the blame. Lois was growing affected. With a shrug of her shoulders Polly dismissed the unpleasant thought. She turned into one of the side streets and went up the flight of brownstone steps of one of the houses. A brass plate proclaimed it to be a school of painting. Just as she was about to ring the bell, Lois opened the front door. "

1925 grosset & dunlap. 222 pgs. young adult novel.

Pictorial Hardcover of Polly series by Dorothy Whitehill