Produced by Al Haines. [Illustration: "Can we ride on them?" asked Mary Jane, breathless with excitement. (_Frontispiece_, Page 42)] *MARY JANE IN NEW ENGLAND* BY *CLARA INGRAM JUDSON* AUTHOR OF "MARY JANE—HER BOOK," "MARY JANE—HER VISIT," "MARY JANE’S KINDERGARTEN," "MARY JANE DOWN SOUTH," "MARY JANE’S CITY HOME." _ILLUSTRATED BY THELMA GOOCH_ GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK Copyright, 1921 by GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC. Mary Jane In New England _All Rights Reserved_ _Printed in the United States of America_ To my brother, DWIGHT HAROLD INGRAM, with happy memories of his commencement week *CONTENTS* Plans for the Journey A Day of Wetness First Glimpses of Boston An Unexpected Visit at Wellesley Class Day Fun—and Troubles Winning the Game The Adventure by the Lagoon Commencement in the Stadium Fun on the Beach A Day in Plymouth Visiting Cousin Louise The Willow Tree Cottage Lost! One Mary Jane Tea on the Terrace The Last Day in Boston—and Home *LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS* "Can we ride on them?" asked Mary Jane breathless with excitement . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ She sighed with relief as the offending shoe came off "You almost touched it!" exclaimed Mary Jane "My dear child! Where were you? We’ve hunted and hunted!" *MARY JANE IN NEW ENGLAND* *PLANS FOR THE JOURNEY* "Then are we really going?" asked Mary Jane eagerly. "To Boston and Harvard and Uncle Hal’s Class Day and everything?" added Alice. Mr. and Mrs. Merrill looked at each other and then at the long letter in Mrs. Merrill’s hand. "I do believe we are," said Mrs. Merrill thoughtfully. "That’s right!" approved Mr. Merrill heartily. "You’ll never regret it. I am sure the girls are old enough to remember the interesting sights they will see and they may never have another chance to go to Harvard Class Day and all the ’doings’ Hal writes about." "And then," added Mrs. Merrill, "I always promised brother Hal I’d come when he graduated. One doesn’t have a ’baby brother’ graduate from Harvard every summer. Though I would like it better if you could go too." "Sure you can’t, Dad"? asked Alice, wistfully.