Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net THE GIRL IN HER TEENS BY MARGARET SLATTERY The Pilgrim Press Boston—Chicago Copyright 1920 By A. W. Fell THE JORDAN AND MORE PRESS BOSTON CONTENTS - CHAPTER I—THE TEEN PERIOD - CHAPTER II—THE PHYSICAL SIDE - CHAPTER III—THE MENTAL SIDE - CHAPTER IV—THE SPIRITUAL SIDE - CHAPTER V—THE SOCIAL SIDE - CHAPTER VI—HER RELATION TO THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL - CHAPTER VII—HER RELATION TO THE CHURCH - CHAPTER VIII—HER RELATION TO THE BIBLE - CHAPTER IX—HER RELATION TO THE EVERYDAY - CHAPTER X—HER TEACHER CHAPTER I—THE TEEN PERIOD She was a beautiful, well-developed girl of thirteen. Her bright, eager face, with its changing expression, was a fascination at all times. It seemed unusually earnest and serious that particular morning as she stood waiting the opportunity to speak to me. She had asked to wait until the others had gone, and her manner as she hesitated even then to speak made me ask, “Are you in trouble, Edith?” “No, not exactly trouble,—I don’t know whether we ought to ask you, but all of us girls think,—well, we wish we could have a mirror in the locker-room. Couldn’t we? It’s dreadful to go into school without knowing how your hair looks or anything!” I couldn’t help laughing. Her manner was so tragic that the mirror seemed the most important thing in the educational system just then. I said I would see what could be done about it, and felt sure that what “all the girls” wanted could be supplied. She thanked me heartily, and when she entered her own room nodded her head in answer to inquiring glances from the other girls. As I made a note of the request, I remembered the Edith of a year or more ago. Edith, whose mother found her a great trial; she didn’t “care _how_ she looked.” It was true. She wore her hat hanging down over her black braids, held on by the elastic band around her neck; she lost hair ribbons continually, and never seemed to miss them. She was a good scholar, wide-awake, alert, always ready for the next thing. She loved to recite, and volunteered information generously. In games she was the leader, and on the playground always the unanimous choice for the coveted “it” of the game. She was never in the least self-conscious, and, as her mother had said, how she looked never seemed to occur to her.