Note: Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive. See https://archive.org/details/littlegirlinolds00dougrich Transcriber's note: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD SAN FRANCISCO * * * * * THE "LITTLE GIRL" SERIES A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD NEW YORK HANNAH ANN; A SEQUEL A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD BOSTON A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD PHILADELPHIA A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD WASHINGTON A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD NEW ORLEANS A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD DETROIT A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD ST. LOUIS A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD CHICAGO A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD SAN FRANCISCO A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD QUEBEC * * * * * A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD SAN FRANCISCO LLBY AMANDA M. DOUGLAS New York Dodd, Mead and Company 1905 Copyright, 1905 By Dodd, Mead & Company All rights reserved Published September, 1905 TO MARTHA REDINGTON To you who have enjoyed the charms and wonders of the newer city, the old and remarkable may have a charm. Half a century is not much in which to rear the Queen City of the Western Coast. With a friend's regard, The Author. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I FROM MAINE TO CALIFORNIA 1 II OLD SAN FRANCISCO 15 III MAKING A NEW HOME 27 IV A QUEER WINTER 43 V PELAJO 59 VI A DIFFERENT OUTLOOK 79 VII A TASTE OF GAYETY 94 VIII GIRLS AND GIRLS 107 IX A PARTY AND AN ADMIRER 124 X ETHICS AND ETIQUETTE 138 XI IN THE SUNSHINE OF YOUTH 155 XII NEW EXPERIENCES 174 XIII BALDER THE BEAUTIFUL 189 XIV A WEDDING AND A PARTING 205 XV THE ENCHANTMENT OF YOUTH 223 XVI IN THE BALANCE 241 XVII THE DECISION OF FATE 258 XVIII TO SEE YOU ONCE AGAIN 276 XIX THE GUIDING FINGER 292 XX AN ENCHANTED JOURNEY 313 CHAPTER I FROM MAINE TO CALIFORNIA It was a long journey for a little girl, so long indeed that the old life had almost faded from her mind, and seemed like something done in another existence. When she was younger still she had once surprised her mother by saying, "Mother, where did I live before I came here?" The pale, care-worn woman had glanced at her in vague surprise and answered rather fretfully, "Why, nowhere, child." "Oh, but I remember things," said the little girl with a confident air, looking out of eyes that seemed to take an added shade from her present emotions. "Nonsense! You can't remember things that never happened. That's imagining them, and it isn't true. If you told them they would be falsehoods. There, go out and get me a basket of chips."