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This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough...

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough...

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Excerpt from The Leader of the Lower School: A Tale of School LifeOnly wish I had been! No, my godfather and godmothers didn't know their business, and they went and gave me the most outlandish, sentimental, ridiculous, inappropriate name you could imagine. You might try a dozen guesses, and you'd never hit on it. Don't you want to guess? Well, I'll tell you, then - it's Azalea.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands...

Excerpt: ...collection of Chinese lanterns that Ph&oelig, be's sister had sent. They were very fine ones, of various sizes, shapes, and colours, and added such a gala touch to the rest of the scenery as to make Bluebeard's Palace seem en fête. 132 "The difficulty is to know where to hang them, " said Aldred, holding up a combination of red, blue, and green, and admiring the brilliance of the result. "We must fix a string tight across the room,...

Excerpt: ...She held the coin up critically, and her face fell, as well it might, for when the dirt was cleaned away, there appeared the unmistakable profile of Queen Victoria, while on the other side was the familiar figure of Britannia and the remains of the words "Half Penny"! 108 "Dick!" cried Cathy with sudden enlightenment. But the boys were doubled up in such convulsions of jubilant mirth that it was a few moments before they could gasp...

Excerpt: ...in that huge cartoon he's designing for the Chagstead Town Hall. I don't think she's a scrap like an angel! She pats Lilith and Constable on the head, just for show, but she looks terrified if they come near her smart frocks. Violet detests her. It's the one thing Violet and I agree about. We've been squabbling over everything else lately. It's a weary world!" "Madame's fascinating enough on the surface, " agreed Lorraine thoughtfu...

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A Patriotic Schoolgirl' is a work of juvenile fiction by Angela Brazil. The story is set during the First World War and tells of the intricacies of living in a girls' school in the early part of the 20th century. There are also German prisoners of war, spies, and misunderstandings, all thrown in for good measure. Originally published in 1918, this is not only an entertaining read, but also gives a valuable insight into how the Great War was de...

Excerpt from The Third Class at Miss. Kaye's: A School Story Drip, drip, drip! The rain came pouring down on a certain September afternoon, turning the tennis lawn to a swamp, dashing the bloom off the roses, spoiling the geraniums, and driving even the blackbirds and thrushes to seek shelter inside the summer house. It was that steady, settled, hopeless rain that does not hold out the slightest promise of ever stopping, there was not a patch...

There's no doubt about it, we really must economize somehow! sighed Mrs. Woodward helplessly, with her house-keeping book in one hand, and her bank pass-book in the other, and an array of bills spread out on the table in front of her. "Children, do you he

The warm, mellow September sunshine was streaming over the irregular roofs and twisted chimneys of the little town of Chagmouth, and was glinting on the water in the harbour, and sending gleaming, straggling, silver lines over the deep reflections of the

The warm, mellow September sunshine was streaming over the irregular roofs and twisted chimneys of the little town of Chagmouth, and was glinting on the water in the harbour, and sending gleaming, straggling, silver lines over the deep reflections of the

Ingred! Ingred, old girl! I say, Ingred! Wherever have you taken yourself off to? shouted a boyish voice, as its owner, jumping an obstructing gooseberry bush, tore around the corner of the house from the kitchen garden on to the strip of rough lawn that

Ingred! Ingred, old girl! I say, Ingred! Wherever have you taken yourself off to? shouted a boyish voice, as its owner, jumping an obstructing gooseberry bush, tore around the corner of the house from the kitchen garden on to the strip of rough lawn that

There's no doubt about it, we really must economize somehow! sighed Mrs. Woodward helplessly, with her house-keeping book in one hand, and her bank pass-book in the other, and an array of bills spread out on the table in front of her. "Children, do you he

On a certain morning, just a week before Christmas, the little world of school at Chilcombe Hall was awake and stirring at an unusually early hour. Long before the slightest hint of dawn showed in the sky the lamps were lighted in the corridors, maids wer