Mother-Meg; or, The Story of Dickie's AtticShaw, Catharine
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Mother-Meg; or, The Story of Dickie's Attic
Shaw, Catharine
London (England) -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Poor children -- Fiction
WILL FOSTER OF THE FERRY. A Story AGNES GIBERNE.
35. SENT TO COVENTRY; or, The Boys of Highbeech M. L. RIDLEY.
36. FROGGY'S LITTLE BROTHER. A Story BRENDA.
37. TWICE RESCUED. The Story of Tino N. CORNWALL.
38. IN THE SUNLIGHT. A Year of my Life's Story CATHARINE SHAW.
39. OLD CHICKWEED; or, The Story told E. A. BLAND.
40. THROUGH THE STORM; or, The Lord's Prisoners EMILY S. HOLT.
41. THE OLD HOUSE IN THE CITY; or, Not Forsaken AGNES GIBERNE.
42. KING'S SCHOLARS; or, Faithful unto Death M. L. RIDLEY.
43. JEAN LINDSAY, the Vicar's Daughter EMILY BRODIE.
44. SEEKETH NOT HER OWN. An Old Time Story M. L. SITWELL.
45. MOTHER-MEG. The Story of Dickie's Attic CATHARINE SHAW.
=LONDON: JOHN F. SHAW & CO., 48, Paternoster Row, E.C.=
=_And all Booksellers_=.
1806.
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CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. PITILESS 7
II. THE WEDDING-DAY 13
III. THE LOST BROOCH 22
IV. ROYAL CHILDREN 32
V. A FEW SHIRTS 41
VI. A LODGER 49
VII. THE EMPTY PAN 60
VIII. GONE 70
IX. MEG'S TEA-PARTY 84
X. TURNING A NEW LEAF 97
XI. A MIDNIGHT BARGAIN 108
XII. "INASMUCH" 117
XIII. DICKIE'S ATTIC 131
XIV. IN THE HOSPITAL 144
XV. THE EMPTY CRADLE 156
XVI. "THEY SHALL SEE HIS FACE" 166
XVII. CHERRY'S APOLOGY 178
XVIII. MEG'S SAVINGS 188
XIX. LISTENING 200
XX. EARTH'S SONG AND HEAVEN'S ECHO 213
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MOTHER-MEG:
THE STORY OF DICKIE'S ATTIC.
CHAPTER I.
PITILESS.
"Put 'im down, 'e can walk as well as anythink."
It was a cold day in May, when the sun was hidden behind leaden clouds,
and the wind swept along the streets as if determined to clear them of
every loiterer who should venture to assure himself that it was not
March, and could not be so cold.
The few people who had ventured out in spring clothing bid fair to
"repent it many a day," and those who were happy enough to have winter
wraps drew them closer, and hurried along, the sooner to get into some
shelter. The omnibus men dashed their arms across their breasts for
warmth, and everybody, gentle or simple, looked nipped up with the
strong east wind.
"Put 'im down," said a hard-featured woman, who was walking slowly
along by the side of the road; "it won't matter 'is walkin' now."
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