Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England The Gold that Glitters The Mistakes of Jenny Lavender By Emily Sarah Holt ________________________________________________________________________ The action in this little book comes just at the point in British History where Charles the First had been executed, and his son and heir was on the run. The famous incident where Colonel Lane hides the young King up in an oak tree was recently past. Young Jenny is a sixteen-year-old living on a farm, but she has reached the age where so many teenagers have disagreements with their parents, and she decides to find a way to leave home. So she takes a job as a lady's maid in Colonel Lane's household, which of course is a bit of a snub to her as she is treated in the servants' hierarchy as so low she is not even allowed to speak at meals. Eventually she finds that she is learning to handle these conventions, and is even quite enjoying her work. But one day the Lane family decide they must leave Britain, and go to France, so Jenny is to get her notice. The book is not long, and there is not room in it for many developments, but she does eventually go back home, where everyone is very glad to have her back, not least her boy-friend. NH ________________________________________________________________________ THE GOLD THAT GLITTERS THE MISTAKES OF JENNY LAVENDER BY EMILY SARAH HOLT CHAPTER ONE. JENNY PREPARES TO GO A-JOURNEYING. "Jenny, my dear maid, thou wilt never fetch white meal out of a sack of sea-coal." Jenny tossed her head. It would have been a nice little brown head, if it had not been quite so fond of tossing itself. But Jenny was just sixteen, and laboured under a delusion which besets young folks of that age--namely, that half the brains in the world had got into her head, and very few had been left in her grandmother's. "I don't know what you mean, Grandmother," said Jenny, as an accompaniment to that toss. "O Jenny, Jenny! what a shocking thing of you to say, when you knew what your grandmother meant as well as you knew your name was Jane Lavender!" "I rather think thou dost, my lass," said old Mrs Lavender quietly. "Well, I suppose you mean to run down Mr Featherstone," said Jenny, pouting. "You're always running him down. And there isn't a bit of use in it--not with me. I like him, and I always shall. He's such a gentleman, and always so soft-spoken. But I believe you like that clod-hopper Tom Fenton, ever so much better. I can't abide him." "There's a deal more of the feather than the stone about Robin Featherstone, lass. If he be a stone, he's a rolling one. Hasn't he been in three places since he came here?" "Yes, because they didn't use him right in none of 'em. Wanted him to do things out of his place, and such like. Why, at Hampstead Hall, they set him to chop wood." "Well, why not?" asked Mrs Lavender, knitting away.