"When you spoke of Mrs. Bender that reminded me of Laurel Grove, and Laurel Grove reminded me of Glenside, and that, of course, made me think of the GuerinsHere 'tis!" and the boy triumphantly fished out a small letter from an inside pocket of his coat and tossed it into Betty's lap.

"I had a letter from a girl who lives in Glenside," confided Betty, re-braiding her hair.

Alice and I ought to have entered the Glenside high school, I think.

They've had a fire in Glenside and a house dad owns there burned.

Every letter from Glenside now meant "a spell of the blues" for Norma, who was beginning to have dark circles under her eyes.