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The Project Gutenberg eBook of A Bookful of Girls, by Anna Fuller
Title: A Bookful of Girls
Author: Anna Fuller
Release Date: April 8, 2009 [eBook #28538]
Language: English
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***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOKFUL OF GIRLS***
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By Anna Fuller
A Literary Courtship
A Venetian June
Peak and Prairie
Pratt Portraits
Later Pratt Portraits
One of the Pilgrims
Katherine Day
A Bookful of Girls
The Thunderhead Lady
By Anna Fuller and Brian Read
A Bookful of Girls
By
Anna Fuller
Author of “Pratt Portraits,” “Katherine Day,” etc.
Illustrated
G. P. Putnam’s Sons
New York and London
The Knickerbocker Press
Copyright, 1905
BY
ANNA FULLER
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
TO
S. E. R.
THE YOUNGEST OF ALL MY FRIENDS
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| Blythe Halliday’s Voyage | 1 |
| Artful Madge | 63 |
| The Ideas of Polly | 129 |
| Nannie’s Theatre Party | 194 |
| Olivia’s Sun-Dial | 216 |
| Bagging a Grandfather | 238 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| “Suddenly a new sound reached her ear.” | Frontispiece |
| “Eleanor’s eyes had wandered to the high, broad north window.” | 80 |
| “Mufty hastily established himself across her shoulder.” | 142 |
| “All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.” | 201 |
| “Please ma’am, will ye gimme a bowkay?” | 227 |
| “‘Good afternoon, Grandfather,’ was the apparition’s cheerful greeting.” | 255 |
CHAPTER I
THE CROW’S NEST
“You never told me how you happened to name her Blythe.”
The two old friends, Mr. John DeWitt and Mrs. Halliday, were reclining side by side in their steamer-chairs, lulled into a quiescent mood by the gentle, scarcely perceptible, motion of the vessel. It was an exertion to speak, and Mrs. Halliday replied evasively, “Do you like the name?”
“For Blythe,—yes. But I don’t know another girl who could carry it off so well. Tell me how it happened.”
Then Blythe’s mother reluctantly gathered herself together for a serious effort, and said: “It was the old Scotch nurse who did it. She called her ‘a blythe lassie’ before she was three days old. We had 4 been hesitating between Lucretia for Charles’s mother and Hannah for mine, and we compromised on Blythe!”
Upon which the speaker, allowing her eyes to close definitively, took on the appearance of gentle inanition which characterised nine-tenths of her fellow-voyagers, ranged side by side in their steamer-chairs along the deck.
They had passed the Azores, that lovely May morning, and were headed for Cape St. Vincent,—the good old Lorelei lounging along at her easiest gait, the which is also her rapidest. For there is nothing more deceptive than a steamer’s behaviour on a calm day when the sea offers no perceptible resistance to the keel.
Here and there an insatiable novel-reader held a paper-covered volume before his nose, but more often the book had slid to the deck, to be picked up by Gustav, the prince