Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England Sisters Three By Mrs George de Horne Vaizey ________________________________________________________________________ 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. ________________________________________________________________________ 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 hundred and sixty-five days to dust ornaments, interview the cook, and say, `Well, let me see! The cold mutton had better be used up for lunch'--Oh, dear me!" "I'll tell you what--let's have a nice long grumble," said Lettice, giving her chair a hitch nearer the fire, and bending forward with a smile of enjoyment. "Let's hold an Indignation Meeting on our own account, and discuss our grievances. Women always have grievances nowadays--it's the fashionable thing, and I like to be in the fashion. Three charming and beauteous maidens shut up in the depths of the country in the very flower of their youth, with nothing to do--I mean with far too much to do, but with no amusement, no friends, no variety! We are like the princesses in the fairy tales, shut up in the moated tower; only then there were always fairy godmothers to come to the rescue, and beautiful princes in golden chariots. We shall have to wait a long time before any such visitors come tramping along the Kendal high-road. I am sure it sounds melancholy enough to make anyone sorry for us!"