E-text prepared by Roger Frank and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 24070-h.htm or 24070-h.zip: (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/4/0/7/24070/24070-h/24070-h.htm) or (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/4/0/7/24070/24070-h.zip) THE GIRLS AT MOUNT MORRIS by AMANDA M. DOUGLAS Author of "Sherburne Series," "A Little Girl Series," "A Modern Cinderella," Etc. [Illustration: Went Scudding Through the Park (Chap. 6. Girls at Mt. Morris)] M. A. Donohue & Co. Chicago Copyright 1914 M. A. Donohue & Company Chicago Made in U. S. A. CONTENTS I Looking the Future in the Face 1 II A New Outlook 22 III Food For Consideration 39 IV The Grace of Endeavor 58 V Zaidee 77 VI An Escapade and What Came of It 100 VII A Supreme Moment 118 VIII A Strange Confession 134 IX Whose Child Am I? 154 X Unraveling Tangled Threads 171 XI Standing Up to the Mark 186 XII Oh, Will I Be Welcome? 204 XIII A Mother's Love 220 XIV Going Out of the Old Life 244 XV Your True Home 267 XVI Out of Her Loyalty 287 THE GIRLS AT MT. MORRIS CHAPTER I LOOKING THE FUTURE IN THE FACE Lilian Boyd entered the small, rather shabby room, neat, though everything was well worn. Her mother sat by a little work table busy with some muslin sewing and she looked up with a weary smile. Lilian laid a five-dollar bill on the table. "Madame Lupton sails on Saturday," she said. "Oh how splendid it must be to go to Paris! Mrs. Cairns is to finish up; there is only a little to do, but Madame said everything you did was so neat, so well finished that she should be very glad to have you by the first of October." The mother sighed. "Meanwhile there is almost two months to provide for, and I had to break in the last hundred dollars to pay the rent. Oh Lilian! I hardly know which way to turn. I am not strong any more, I have made every effort to--" and her voice broke, "but I am afraid you will have to give up school." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "Oh, mother, don't! don't!" the girl implored. "I suppose it was selfish of me to think of such a thing and you couldn't go through two years more. You are not as well as you were a year ago. I'll see Sally Meeks tonight and take the place in the factory. I only have to give two weeks and then begin on five dollars a week. It will be better than the sewing."