In two years' time, Vol. 1 (of 2)

“Seven o’clock!” exclaimed father, throwing his hat (with a very dirty puggaree on it) upon the drawing-room sofa. “Isn’t that confounded boy back yet?” Mother looked up from a...

I had my share in the conversation--and the lion’s share it always was--until Bridget brought tea out to the verandah. I was wild with excitement at this mighty change in my for...

The next day was Saturday, and mother began to be restlessly busy--for her. She and father had decided that nothing could very well happen to the wool on its voyage to London, a...

“What shall we do now, Kitty?” said Tom, as we hastened through the orchard, hand in hand, with our empty basket. “Shall I call your father away after tea and speak to him? Or s...

Mother had a suspicion of what was going on, but she held her tongue and made no sign. She kissed me as usual when I went to bed, and when I got up in the morning, and then went...

I have often felt very sorry, and very much ashamed of myself, when I have thought of the way I treated my father and mother--particularly mother--at this time. I seldom spoke t...

Our final departure from the colony was a wretched business, and I do not feel inclined to dwell upon it. The Smiths and ourselves had never known until now how strong were the...

I did not see much more of my unknown friend after this little check upon our intercourse. He neither sought nor avoided me, and I did a little avoid him--the result of which wa...

There was to be a great gathering of the family at aunt Alice’s house next day, in honour of our arrival. Uncle Armytage and aunt Kate were coming up from their country rectory...

For a few days I got on in London in the most delightful manner. I enjoyed a prestige and popularity in my aunt’s circle--whether on account of my reputed heiress-ship, or my Fr...

“Vexed,” was no word to use in describing the displeasure and mortification of my poor dear mother when I boldly went straight off to her with an honest account of myself; nor,...