The Golden Circle / A Mystery Story for Girls

About This Book

“Friday, the thirteenth! This is my luck-e-e day!” Petite Jeanne half sang these words as she sat bolt upright in bed and switched on the light. “You’ll be entirely out of luck if you don’t lie right down and go to sleep!” Florence Huyler, her pal, exclaimed, making a significant gesture toward a sofa pillow which, as the little French girl had reason to know, was both heavy and hard. And Florence had muscle. Of late she had been developing herself. She had gone back to her old work as physical director in one of the many gymnasiums of this great city. “But why?” the slim girl protested. “It i...