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Title: A Princess in Calico
Author: Edith Ferguson Black
Release Date: December 26, 2008 [eBook #27630]
Language: English
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A PRINCESS IN CALICO
by
EDITH FERGUSON BLACK
Philadelphia
The Union Press
1122 Chestnut Street
1904
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. SLEEPY HOLLOW 7
II. A TEN-DOLLAR BILL 20
III. FAIRYLAND 30
IV. A NEW WORLD 42
V. PAULINE'S BIRTHRIGHT 54
VI. GIVING ONESELF 68
VII. A GREAT SURRENDER 78
VIII. IDEALISING THE REAL 90
IX. A LOST LETTER 103
X. THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE 117
XI. PURE GOLD 129
_Chapter I_
SLEEPY HOLLOW
She stood at her bedroom window before going downstairs to take up the
burden of a new day. She was just seventeen, but they did not keep any
account of anniversaries at Hickory Farm. The sun had given her a loving
glance as he lifted his bright old face above the horizon, but her
father was too busy and careworn to remember, and, since her mother had
gone away, there was no one else. She had read of the birthdays of other
girls, full of strange, sweet surprises, and tender thoughts--but those
were girls with mothers. A smile like a stray beam of sunshine drifted
over her troubled young face, at the thought of the second Mrs Harding
stopping for one instant in her round of ponderous toil to note the fact
that one of her family had reached another milestone in life's journey.
Certainly not on washing day, when every energy was absorbed in the
elimination of impurity from her household linen, and life looked
grotesque and hazy through clouds of soapy steam.
She heard her father now putting on
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