Jean of Greenacres

JEAN OF GREENACRES
IZOLA L. FORRESTER
THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO.
Copyright, 1917, by
George W. Jacobs & Company
All rights reserved
Printed in the United States of America
JEAN OF GREENACRES
It was Monday, just five days before Christmas. The little pink express card arrived in the noon mail. The girls knew there must be some deviation from the usual daily mail routine, when the mailman lingered at the white post.
Jean ran down the drive and he greeted her cheerily.
“Something for you folks at the express office, I reckon. If it’s anything hefty you’d better go down and get it today. Looks like we’d have a flurry of snow before nightfall.”
He waited while Jean glanced at the card.