Faith Gartney's Girlhood

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f those American gentlemen of whom, if she were ever canonized, Martha of Bethany must be the patron saint-if again, feminine celestials, sainthood once achieved through the weary exp

amond's early worries suggests a key to half the worries, early and

in sedulously tugging at the corners. He had had his share

om, beside a table still covered with the remnants of the morning meal, sat Mrs. Gartney and her yo

paper thrown down beside an armchair, gave hint o

can't go," remar

ask your father for the money. I did just speak of your wanting some things for a party, but I suppose he has for

nswer, shod with a partly worn bron

y would hardly do to wear again. If it were any use, I should say I must have a new dress; but I thought at least I

ey-and he is so discouraged about the times. He told me only last night of a man who owed him five hundred dollars, and came to say he didn'

things that don't cost much, and that other girls, whose fathers are not nearly so well off, always, have, without thinking anything about it." And she

ion, of drift akin to this, flitted through the mind of Faith. She

r his children, and solicito

dedness about her that made it im

e room again for a moment, before going out for the day, she sat

ot lie entirely straight before her, and this catching her father's eye, brought

any shoes, Faith

ough for a pa

tal necessity, I suppo

ith still stayed her hand, her mother, absol

. The Old Year out

naie in hand. "But you must make that do." He handed her five dollars. "And take good car

up, replacing the kindly smile,

father's pocket," said Faith, holding th

plenty with him it was very apt to go as might happen-for French clocks, or whatsoever; and

nd outlays; but the comfort of buying, with a readiness, the little needed matters of every day-t

ing-to buy, when she could buy, what she was sure would be most wanted-and to look forward as

again in her life, the story of

te, and flowers and carriage bespoken for the next evening, went to

r a half hour's unreserved conversation, Mr. Gartney

g. He writes me he is going out to Indiana with his son-in-law. I don't k