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Title: The Gold that Glitters
The Mistakes of Jenny Lavender

Author: Emily Sarah Holt

Illustrator: W.O.E. Evans

Release Date: April 27, 2007 [EBook #21234]

Language: English

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The Gold that Glitters
The Mistakes of Jenny Lavender

By Emily Sarah Holt
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The action in this little book comes just at the point in British
History where Charles the First had been executed, and his son and heir
was on the run. The famous incident where Colonel Lane hides the young
King up in an oak tree was recently past.

Young Jenny is a sixteen-year-old living on a farm, but she has reached
the age where so many teenagers have disagreements with their parents,
and she decides to find a way to leave home. So she takes a job as a
lady's maid in Colonel Lane's household, which of course is a bit of a
snub to her as she is treated in the servants' hierarchy as so low she
is not even allowed to speak at meals. Eventually she finds that she is
learning to handle these conventions, and is even quite enjoying her
work. But one day the Lane family decide they must leave Britain, and
go to France, so Jenny is to get her notice. The book is not long, and
there is not room in it for many developments, but she does eventually
go back home, where everyone is very glad to have her back, not least
her boy-friend. NH
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THE GOLD THAT GLITTERS
THE MISTAKES OF JENNY LAVENDER

BY EMILY SARAH HOLT

CHAPTER ONE.

JENNY PREPARES TO GO A-JOURNEYING.

"Jenny, my dear maid, thou wilt never fetch white meal out of a sack of
sea-coal." Jenny tossed her head. It would have been a nice little
brown head, if it had not been quite so fond of tossing itself. But
Jenny was just sixteen, and laboured under a delusion which besets young
folks of that age--namely, that half the brains in the world had got
into her h