Pretty Madcap Dorothy Or, How She Won a Lover   By: Laura Jean Libbey (1862-1924)

OR How She Won a Lover

A Romance of the Jolliest Girl in the Book Bindery, and a magnificent Love Story of the life of a Beautiful, Willful New York Working Girl.

BY MISS LAURA JEAN LIBBEY

HART SERIES No. 19.

COPYRIGHT, 1891, BY GEO. MONRO'S SONS

Published by THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY, CLEVELAND, O., U.S.A.

CONTENTS. PAGE Chapter I 5 Chapter II 12 Chapter III 20 Chapter IV 32 Chapter V 38 Chapter VI 45 Chapter VII 53 Chapter VIII 60 Chapter IX 66 Chapter X 73 Chapter XI 79 Chapter XII 86 Chapter XIII 92 Chapter XIV 98 Chapter XV 105 Chapter XVI 111 Chapter XVII 118 Chapter XVIII 124 Chapter XIX 131 Chapter XX 138 Chapter XXI 144 Chapter XXII 151 Chapter XXIII 157 Chapter XXIV 163 Chapter XXV 168 Chapter XXVI 174 Chapter XXVII 180 Chapter XXVIII 186 Chapter XXIX 192 Chapter XXX 198 Chapter XXXI 204 Chapter XXXII 209 Chapter XXXIII 214 Chapter XXXIV 220 Chapter XXXV 226 Chapter XXXVI 232 Chapter XXXVII 238 Chapter XXXVIII 242 Chapter XXXIX 247

Pretty Madcap Dorothy

OR

How She Won a Lover

CHAPTER I.

"It's so hard for working girls to get acquainted. They never meet a rich young man, and they don't want a poor one. It seems to me that a girl who has to commence early to work for her living might just as well give up forever all hopes of a lover and of marrying," declared Nadine Holt, one of the prettiest girls in the immense book bindery, to the group of companions who were gathered about her. "It's get up at daylight, swallow your breakfast, and hurry to work; and it's dark before you are out on the street again. How can we ever expect to meet a marriageable fellow?"

"Do you know what I think, girls?" cried a shrill but very sweet young voice, from the direction of the window ledge, adding breathlessly: "I believe if fate has any lover in store for a girl, that he will be sure to just happen to come where she is, on one mission or another. That's the way that it all happens in novels, I took particular pains to notice. These people who write must know just how it is, I reckon."

"Well, now, who would ever have imagined that a chit of a thing like you , Dorothy Glenn, would have the impudence to put in your oar, or that you ever thought of lovers, or marrying, and you only sixteen a day or so ago?" cried one. "It's absurd!"

"I wasn't saying anything about my ever marrying, I was just telling you what I thought about ever meeting the fellow who is intended for you ' the right one ' as you call it."

"What if you were in a desert?" suggested Nadine, with a curl of her red lip. "Surely you couldn't expect a young man would ever find a business that would bring him out there to you, could you?"