Hidden seed : $b or A year in a girl's lifeLeslie, Emma
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Hidden seed : $b or A year in a girl's life
Leslie, Emma
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Selfishness -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage girls -- Juvenile fiction
Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
[Illustration: THE NEW DRESS HAD A LARGE INK STAIN ON IT.]
HIDDEN SEED:
OR
A YEAR IN A GIRL'S LIFE.
BY
EMMA LESLIE
Author of "Gytha's Message;" "Glacia the Greek Slave;"
"Tom Watkin's Mistake;" &c.
_ILLUSTRATED._
[Illustration: Lucem Libris Disseminamus.]
LONDON
BLACKIE & SON, LIMITED, 50 OLD BAILEY, E.C.
GLASGOW AND DUBLIN
CONTENTS.
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CHAP.
I. A RESOLUTION
II. THE INVITATION
III. THE INKED DRESS
IV. THE SOWER AND THE SEED
V. THE MUSICAL PARTY
VI. A NEW TROUBLE
VII. EXPLANATIONS
VIII. CONCLUSION
[Illustration]
HIDDEN SEED:
OR, A YEAR IN A GIRL'S LIFE.
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CHAPTER I.
A RESOLUTION.
"I AM fifteen to-day—fifteen," and the speaker rose from her seat
near the table and walked to the window that opened upon a pleasant
old-fashioned garden. "Mr. Rose said on Sunday that we ought early to
form a plan for our life work, and I have formed mine—I mean to be a
missionary to the heathen."
At this point she was interrupted by a knock at the door, and the next
minute the housemaid appeared.
"If you please, Miss Mabel, your mamma wishes you to begin your music
practice now."
"Oh, very well, I'm coming, Ann," said the young lady petulantly. But
she turned to the window again and went on talking to herself. "How
very tiresome it is of mamma to want me to keep on with these lessons!
I am almost a woman now, and of what use will music and German be to me
by and by? I don't mean to live a frivolous fashionable life. I mean to
be of some use in the world, and I must tell mamma to-day that I have
promised to help Mrs. Rose with the work among the poor."
But now there came another interruption, and her sister Mary, a lively
girl about twelve years old, bounced into the room, without the
ceremony of knocking at the door.
"Now, Mary, go out; this is my room. You know mamma gave it to me to be
my own, and you are only to come in when you are invited."
"Humph!" exclaimed Mary, standing still and surveying the whole. "I
should call it a den, or an old curiosity shop, or a lumber-room."
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