Main Characters
Betsy Ray, a high school senior (class of 1910). She wants to be an author, and she sends out her stories to magazines in hopes of selling them.
Joe Willard, a high school senior. Orphaned when he was 12, he lived with his Uncle Alvin and Aunt Ruth until he came to Deep Valley for high school. He works for Mr. Root, the owner of the local newspaper.
Tacy Kelly, a high school senior and Betsy's best friend since they met at Betsy's birthday party when she was five years old.
Tib Muller, a high school senior and Betsy's other best friend.
Tony Markham, a high school senior and the "Tall Dark Stranger" Betsy fell in love with as a freshman, who has since become a good friend not only to Betsy but the entire Ray family.
Mrs. Ray, Betsy's mother.
Mr. Ray, Betsy's father, who owns a shoestore.
Margaret Ray, Betsy's sister who is five years younger than she is.
Julia Ray, Betsy's older sister who is spending the year studying opera in Europe.
Carney Sibley, a freshman at Vassar College and a former member of the Crowd.
The Crowd. Membership in the Crowd varies, but generally includes Betsy, Tacy, Tib, Carney, Alice Morrison, Irma Biscay, Hazel Smith, Dennie Farisy, Dave Hunt, Cab Edwards and Tony Markham. Other members come in and out.
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