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Title: Our Elizabeth
A Humour Novel

Author: Florence A. Kilpatrick

Release Date: May 22, 2006 [eBook #18430]

Language: English

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OUR ELIZABETH

A Humour Novel

by

FLORENCE A. KILPATRICK

Illustrated by Ernest Forbes

[Frontispiece: Elizabeth Renshaw.]

Thornton Butterworth Limited
62 St. Martin's Lane, London, W.C. 2
Published November 1920

TO CIS

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Elizabeth is not a type; she is an individuality. Signs and omens at
her birth no doubt determined her sense of the superstitious; but I
trace her evolution as a figure of fun to some sketches of mine in the
pages of Punch. These, however, were only impressions of Elizabeth on
a small scale, but I acknowledge the use of them here in the process of
developing her to full life-size. Elizabeth, as I say, is a
personality apart; there is only one Elizabeth. Here she is.

F. A. K.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 20

ILLUSTRATIONS

Our Elizabeth . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

Henry and I looked at the Cookery Book

The Kid

A Bad Sign

Marion dropped fifteen stitches

Our Friend William

'Wot's 'orrible about it?'

'Oh, must I, Mama?'

''E was starin' at it wild-like.'

'Do you mean the boiler one?' I asked.

'I suppose I'm sho