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Daisy   By: (1819-1885)

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DAISY.

BY ELIZABETH WETHERELL,

AUTHOR OF "THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD," "QUEECHY," ETC., ETC.

[Illustration: Floral Squiggle]

LONDON:

WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED, WARWICK HOUSE, SALISBURY SQUARE, E.C. NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE.

[Illustration: Frontis "'And you love Jesus, Darry,' I said." Page 59 ]

CONTENTS.

PAGE CHAPTER I. MISS PINSHON 9

CHAPTER II. MY HOME 27

CHAPTER III. THE MULTIPLICATION TABLE 45

CHAPTER IV. SEVEN HUNDRED PEOPLE 68

CHAPTER V. IN THE KITCHEN 97

CHAPTER VI. WINTER AND SUMMER 119

CHAPTER VII. SINGLEHANDED 149

CHAPTER VIII. EGYPTIAN GLASS 165

CHAPTER IX. SHOPPING 185

CHAPTER X. SCHOOL 205

CHAPTER XI. A PLACE IN THE WORLD 226

CHAPTER XII. FRENCH DRESSES 244

CHAPTER XIII. GREY COATS 275

CHAPTER XIV. YANKEES 297

CHAPTER XV. FORT PUTNAM 320

CHAPTER XVI. HOPS 338

CHAPTER XVII. OBEYING ORDERS 356

CHAPTER XVIII. SOUTH AND NORTH 379

CHAPTER XIX. ENTERED FOR THE WAR 392

DAISY.

CHAPTER I.

MISS PINSHON.

I want an excuse to myself for writing my own life; an excuse for the indulgence of going it all over again, as I have so often gone over bits. It has not been more remarkable than thousands of others. Yet every life has in it a thread of present truth and possible glory. Let me follow out the truth to the glory.

The first bright years of my childhood I will pass. They were childishly bright. They lasted till my eleventh summer. Then the light of heavenly truth was woven in with the web of my mortal existence; and whatever the rest of the web has been, those golden threads have always run through it all the rest of the way. Just as I reached my birthday that summer and was ten years old, I became a Christian.

For the rest of that summer I was a glad child. The brightness of those days is a treasure safe locked up in a chamber of my memory. I have known other glad times too in my life; other times of even higher enjoyment. But among all the dried flowers of my memory, there is not one that keeps a fresher perfume or a stronger scent of its life than this one. Those were the days without cloud; before life shadows had begun to cast their blackness over the landscape. And even though such shadows do go as well as come, and leave the intervals as sunlit as ever; yet after that change of the first life shadow is once seen, it is impossible to forget that it may come again and darken the sun. I do not mean that the days of that summer were absolutely without things to trouble me; I had changes of light and shade; but, on the whole, nothing that did not heighten the light. They were pleasant days that I had in Juanita's cottage at the time when my ankle was broken; there were hours of sweetness with crippled Molly; and it was simply delight I had all alone with my pony Loupe, driving over the sunny and shady roads, free to do as I liked and go where I liked. And how I enjoyed studying English history with my cousin Preston. It is all stowed away in my heart, as fresh and sweet as at first. I will not pull it out now. The change, and my first real life shadow came, when my father was thrown from his horse and injured his head. Then the doctors decided he must go abroad and travel, and mamma decided that it was best that I should go to Magnolia with Aunt Gary and have a governess.

There is no pleasure in thinking of those weeks. They went very slowly, and yet very fast; while I counted every minute and noted every step in the preparations... Continue reading book >>




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