The Palace Beautiful: A Story for GirlsMeade, L. T.
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The Palace Beautiful: A Story for Girls
Meade, L. T.
England -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction; Sisters -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"This afternoon we will go out," said Primrose. "I shall speak about
it at lunch, and ask Mrs. Flint to allow us to take Poppy with us. I
am so sorry Poppy feels dull. Now, girls, we must just make up our
minds not to do that--we must keep up brave hearts, and not sigh and
look dismal; that would never do. We have elected our own course, and
if we are not courageous we shall be beaten. I for one am determined
not to be beaten."
"I've always heard," said Jasmine, "that to sigh was very weakening.
What I propose is this--that we give each other a fine whenever we are
heard sighing, and another much more severe fine if we grumble, and
the worst fine of all if we cry. Now, what shall the fines be?"
After a little consideration the girls decided that the fines might as
well lead in the direction of their education. Accordingly they marked
out for themselves some of the most ponderous passages in "Paradise
Lost" to learn by heart, and as a severe punishment they selected
little bits of a very incomprehensible book, called Butler's
"Analogy." When they had carefully made these selections a rather
feeble bell was heard to tinkle in the mansion, and they went
downstairs to lunch.
"I hope you are comfortably unpacked now, young ladies?" inquired Mrs.
Flint.
"And I trust you have recovered from the fatigues of your long
journey?" questioned Mrs. Dredge. "It is a weary way from
Devonshire--a long and weary way."
"You speak of it as though it were a kind of disappointment to come
from Devonshire to London," remarked Miss Slowcum, "whereas London is
_the_ place for aspiring souls."
"Oh, I'm so delighted to hear you say that!" said Jasmine--"Poppy--I
mean Sarah--spoke quite dismally this morning, but I knew she must be
wrong."
"The young country servant," responded Miss Slowcum, "Sarah Jane, I
think her name is--oh, well, her judgment need scarcely be depended
on. Yes, London is the place of places. I have lived here for years,
and I ought to know."
"We quite believe you," said Jasmine--"don't we, Primrose?--we have
come up here because we quite feel with you; we are going out after
lunch to see the beauties of the city."
"May I ask, young ladies, if this is your first visit to the
metropolis?" suddenly inquired Mrs. Mortlock.
Primrose answered her "Yes; we have never been here before."
"Then, Mrs. Flint, I put it to you, is it safe to allow these young
unfledged birds out into this vast and bewildering place? ought not
some one to chaperon them?"
"We thought of asking for Poppy," answered Jasmine.
Here Mrs. Flint frowned at her.
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