A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD BOSTON

By AMANDA M. DOUGLAS

A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers New York

Copyright, 1898,
BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY.

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CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I. Doris
CHAPTER II. In a New Home
CHAPTER III. Aunt Priscilla
CHAPTER IV. Out to Tea
CHAPTER V. A Morning at School
CHAPTER VI. A Birthday Party
CHAPTER VII. About a Gown
CHAPTER VIII. Sinful or Not?
CHAPTER IX. What Winter Brought
CHAPTER X. Concerning Many Things
CHAPTER XI. A Little Christmas
CHAPTER XII. A Children's Party
CHAPTER XIII. Various Opinions of Little Girls
CHAPTER XIV. In the Spring
CHAPTER XV. A Freedom Suit
CHAPTER XVI. A Summer in Boston
CHAPTER XVII. Another Girl
CHAPTER XVIII. Winter and Sorrow
CHAPTER XIX. The High Resolve of Youth
CHAPTER XX. A Visitor for Doris
CHAPTER XXI. Elizabeth and—Peace
CHAPTER XXII. Cary Adams
CHAPTER XXIII. The Cost of Womanhood
CHAPTER XXIV. The Bloom of Life—Love

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A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD BOSTON

CHAPTER I

DORIS

"I do suppose she is a Papist! The French generally are," said Aunt Priscilla, drawing her brows in a delicate sort of frown, and sipping her tea with a spoon that had the London crown mark, and had been buried early in revolutionary times.

"Why, there were all the Huguenots who emigrated from France for the sake of worshiping God in their own way rather than that of the Pope. We Puritans did not take all the free-will," declared Betty spiritedly.

"You are too flippant, Betty," returned Aunt Priscilla severely. "And I doubt if her father's people had much experimental religion. Then, she has been living in a very hot-bed of superstition!"

"The cold, dreary Lincolnshire coast! I think it would take a good deal of zeal to warm me, even if it was superstition."

"And she was in a convent after her mother died! Yes, she is pretty sure to be a Papist. It seems rather queer that second-cousin Charles should have remembered her in his will."

"But Charles was his namesake and nephew, the child of his favorite sister," interposed Mrs. Leverett, glancing deprecatingly at Betty, pleading with the most beseeching eyes that she should not ruffle Aunt Priscilla up the wrong way.

"But what is that old ma'shland good for, anyway?" asked Aunt Priscilla.

"Why they are filling in and building docks," said Betty the irrepressible. "Father thinks by the time she is grown it will be a handsome fortune."

Aunt Priscilla gave a queer sound that was not a sniff, but had a downward tendency, as if it was formed of inharmonious consonants. It expressed both doubt and disapproval.

"But think of the expense and the taxes! You can't put a bit of