Blanche: A Story for Girls

The Rector of a large West-end church was ill. His illness was not very serious, nor did it threaten to be protracted, but it fell at a bad moment. It was the middle of the seas...

The second event which about this time made a little break in the monotony of the lives at Pinnerton Lodge came out of the first; for it was the result of much consideration on...

"Yes, here I am," said the young man, as he entered the room and hastened up to Mrs Harrowby, no one suspecting that in his rapid transit he had managed to take in the fact of c...

The old house in Bordeaux was not to be sold, but let for a long term of years. An unexpectedly good offer was made for it, and a very short time after the evening in which in h...

Stasy's presentiment came true. The reports of the builder the next morning, when he called to enter into particulars with Mrs Derwent, were favourable; and later in the day the...

"It was all so touching," said Lady Marth. "I cannot tell you how patient Hebe was, thinking of every one more than of herself. I don't know any one else who would have behaved...

About a quarter of a century ago, a young English girl--Anastasia Fenning by name--went to pay a visit of a few weeks to friends of her family, whose home was a comfortable old...

She had spoken in rather a conventional tone, but she was really touched when they got to the house, by Mr Dunstan's extreme gentleness and concern for the boy. He put Herty on...

As Derwent did not seem to feel any _very_ lively interest in East Moddersham, and proud little Stasy reared her head at the very idea of going to see a show, like tourists, whe...

In the increasing interest of getting the house at Pinnerton Green into order, the arrival of the furniture from Bordeaux, the unpacking of various precious belongings which had...

When the door was thrown open, and the butler's sonorous tones announcing Mrs and Miss Derwent made the occupants of the room turn round, and the short, stout figure of their ho...

For a time it seemed as if Blanche's hopeful prognostications were likely to be fulfilled. The meeting with Lady Hebe at the vicarage led to one or two others, for though Blanch...

Mr Otterson received the strangers with formal and somewhat pompous civility, and a somewhat exaggerated caution, not to say suspiciousness of manner, which struck disagreeably...

Blanche did "mind," for she was anxious to go back to the workroom. But Mr Dunstan had been very kind, and it was not in her nature to be unyielding in small lings.

Negatively, the waiter's prediction was fulfilled the next morning. That is to say, the fog was gone; but as to the "quite bright"--well, opinions vary, no doubt, as to "quite b...

Blanche's hope or expectation of meeting Miss Milward at Alderwood was not fulfilled. She had not, however, been there many minutes before she caught sight of Mrs Harrowby, the...

Two months later. A sunny day towards the end of July, the sort of day on which one longs to have nothing to do but to saunter about a garden, or lounge under trees with the lig...

By March the Derwents felt quite at home in their new abode; in one sense, almost too much so. The excitement of settling had sobered down; the housekeeping arrangements were co...

"Well, Hebe," he said, as the door closed behind him, "here I am. I only got Norman's letter yesterday afternoon, for I have been out of town for a few days. What an age it is s...

"Well, you see," began Stasy, "it just came into my head with a flash. Supposing _we_ were to join Miss Halliday, and be milliners in real earnest. Of course it would be more yo...

"Oh," he said, after a moment's pause, "Mrs Burgess, is it not? I hope your good husband is well--But"--and he stepped forward--"may I ask," addressing Miss Halliday, "if it is...

Derwent greeted Mr Dunstan with quiet courtesy, scarcely, however, amounting to friendliness. He was instantly conscious of the slight change in her manner, and at exerted himse...

The millinery lessons were begun and steadily carried on without the interest of either of the sisters flagging. For, in spite of Stasy's capriciousness, there was a good of rea...

Derwent did not fall ill, as her daughters feared. There was great elasticity, which was, in fact, a kind of strength, in her nature, as well as a rare amount of practical commo...

May again! A later spring this year than last. As Blanche Derwent stood at the window of a house in a broad, airy street, at one end of which the trees of the Park were to be se...