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Title: Sisters Three

Author: Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey

Illustrator: Stanley Lloyd

Release Date: April 16, 2007 [EBook #21103]

Language: English

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Sisters Three

By Mrs George de Horne Vaizey
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A very well-written book about the life of three sisters being brought
up in the Lake District of northern England by their well-known author
father. The time comes when one of them is of an age to get married.
Which eligible young man shall she take? She makes her choice, and the
preparations reach a very advanced state, when she realises she cannot
go through with it.

Of course, it is just a bit dated; for instance young men are judged by
the size and quality of their moustaches, a practice long discontinued
in England, though not perhaps in other countries.

Still, it is a light and easy read, and of course sheds light on the way
young girls were brought up around 1900. N.H.
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SISTERS THREE

BY MRS. GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEY

CHAPTER ONE.

NEW YEAR'S DAY.

"I wish something would happen!" sighed Norah.

"If it were something _nice_," corrected Lettice. "Lots of things
happen every day, but they are mostly disagreeable. Getting up, for
instance, in the cold, dark mornings--and practising--and housework, and
getting ready for stupid old classes--I don't complain of having too
little to do. I want to do less, and to be able to amuse myself more."

"We want a change, that is the truth," said Hilary, bending forward on
her seat, and sending the poker into the heart of the fire with a
vigorous shove. "Our lives jog-trot along in the same way year after
year, and it grows monotonous. I declare, when I think that this is the
first day of another January it makes me ill! Fifty-two more Mondays to
sit in the morning-room and darn stockings. Fifty-two Saturdays to give
out stores. Three