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The Girls at Mount Morris

Chapter 2 A NEW OUTLOOK

Word Count: 3404    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ses that were palatial to her inexperienced eyes, with terraced lawns, wide porches, graceful shrubbery and a profusion of flowers. True, the station was quite at one side and a little farther d

ved in every pulse of her being, her eyes

was embarrassed and shrank when the coachma

re had been but few passenger

ly at Lilian who

please, and I will ord

one," in a de

he had insisted o

rs. Boyd followed rather than led, but her daughter

feeling that they were recovering from a reverse of fortune and

that and the river, broken by a few clumps of shrubbery. The house was a handsome old style build

wide screen door showed a sort of reception hall, furnished with willow and sp

they please be seated, Mrs. Barr

ad come to work as well. She had been too young to discriminate, but in an instant she seemed to realize how bitter the struggle with poverty and discouragement ha

f a gown over the stairs a

er hair was snowy white as the girl had hoped and lay in loose waves about her forehead. Her

in this warm weather, but a few days' rest will res

hand a frie

efore we started," explaine

mendation, and I confess I take a warm interest in girls who are eager for advancement. Now allow me to show you to your room and shall I send you up some tea? That i

ou," said Li

wo single beds, the windows in white drapery, a capacious bureau, a dressing table, a washi

mother had better take a rest. If you like

replied. "I shall

nnet and wrap and placed

be so happy here; I feel it in every pulse. Heaven bless Mrs. Searing for f

s rev

she stretched and patted them out. Then when she had seen her mother comfortable on the bed, she came down.

ly. She studied the young girl. It seemed to call up something from the long pa

rn town, Laconia, I believe it is, a

er died but did not like it, and Laconia is an ugly manufacturing town of smoke and grime

g were y

r wasn't strong as she had been, and"-yes, she would be bravely honest-"we were poor, mother's lit

st that proud uplifting l

, and you have a dignity which will be a great aid i

hall love to teach, and somet

your way there. What

History was one of her delights. Latin was the only language admitt

service in the study hour from eight to nine. I think you will fit in admi

profitable ordinarily unless you can do high up dressmaking or are forewoman in some factory, and I couldn't sew for a living. It is one thing over and over. You are never learning anything

eant for a

lian excused herself and went up with i

if it is a little crumpled, and my white batiste al

rank with a sensation of delight. The china was so delicate, the table so beautifully arranged, the ser

she detected something furtive about Mrs. Boyd. Was she being won by the girl's proud face

grand piano, an organ, two beautiful marbles, vases and pictures. There was a wide hall that was like another

stairs?" asked

d eagerly, Mrs

ooms accommodated two beds, others only one. They wer

y of character. I am much interested in the development of girls, and the town has nothing detrimental in it. We have a fine musi

rrington's rooms which was divided by a short hall from those of the assistants. Two of the teach

hed her room M

s that this has fatigued me. No, Lilian you need not stay. I shall no

asked the girl, "and y

hall enjoy

sked Mrs. Barrington. "Sha

I have heard very little that

knew the

ayed mostly the simpler things. She th

y that Lilian had found a good friend. For she knew she could

closets at hand, the bedding that she was to deal out as it was needed

t be settled once a month. Most of the girls get their allowance then. You will ha

nd her mother were sent out to drive, and the town was like the places she had read about in books or the higher grade

es with the servants and any discomforts in the rooms were und

ms rather timid, uncertain, though if she i

s had it pretty hard for the last year or two, but Miss Lilian is very bri

ke an excellent teac

ething in the past. Few young girls made characteristic portraits. Ah, here was one who had just that poise, that eager ambitious expression. A Miss Mortimer who certainly possessed fine abi

t must be that is the elusive suggestion, and Miss Boyd is wild over Shakespeare. It shall

eautiful aspect of the town, the woods and the picturesque river with its many windings and suggest

up on the third floor for unpacking. Girls in the remnant of summer suits, for it was still warm,

one table with Mrs. Barrington and Madame Eustis, the French teacher; the other had Miss Arran, Miss Davis, and the new

y homesick and scarcely tasted anything, winking desperately to keep

ads. Last year's girl wasn't much of a success it seems. I think it's that lanky girl in brown silk who looks half frightened out of her wit

e she isn't a

ally doesn't know enough to last over night. There are eight new schola

she holds her head. I shall throw myself at her feet when I get a chance. It is a case of love at first sight. There she is with that brown girl. I'd go over but I am afraid of being snubbed. I do wonder who she can be, and there she's taking that Elma Ransom under her wing. It will take the child five years to ge

Miss Boyd? Or has she run bac

xcuse to get in to our lady of the needle. I'm sorry Mis

e money to illumine her pathway. Just see that girl i

y the arms. She was short and rather plump with an in

u must study hard and fill up some of the vacancies w

rdly-"This is Miss Boyd, and this Miss Ne

e." Then she made a stiff little b

That girl I thought a princess in disguise is Miss Boyd. Why she has airs and graces enough

xclaimed a cho

e a sort of charity scholar working for her board and training. Of course we shan't have anyt

nobbish, Louie

hoose your friends, and I heard Mrs. Dane

e objectionable. If my father should die I might be glad to have some one take me in

can make a bosom friend o

n we have just come and are glad to see each

she holds her head, and she could stare you out of countenance with those bold bl

s Arran, not even going in the parlor for the singing, and on Monday school duties began. The classes received considerable accessions from the day scholars.

erplex her. Occasionally she suggested they should ask Miss Davis. The younger ones were quite tr

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