Maud Florence Nellie: or, Don't care!
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Coleridge Christabel Rose. Maud Florence Nellie: or, Don't care!
Chapter One. Maud Florence Nellie
Chapter Two. A Sunday Walk
Chapter Three. Don’t Care!
Chapter Four. Ashcroft
Chapter Five. A New Experience
Chapter Six. Mr Edgar
Chapter Seven. Sunday School
Chapter Eight. Granny
Chapter Nine. In the Wood
Chapter Ten. Florence’s Duty
Chapter Eleven. Meeting
Chapter Twelve. Aunt Stroud’s Surprise
Chapter Thirteen. Most Haste, Worst Speed!
Chapter Fourteen. The Fairy Letter
Chapter Fifteen. Father and Son
Chapter Sixteen. Harry Again
Chapter Seventeen. To Set Wrongs Right
Chapter Eighteen. Sunday at Home
Chapter Nineteen. After Eight Years
Chapter Twenty. Glad and Thankful
Chapter Twenty One. In a “Rift Imprisoned.”
Chapter Twenty Two. Wild Flowers
Chapter Twenty Three. The Colour of the Jewels
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Florrie was troubled with no aspirations and with very few ideas. She was just like a young animal, and enjoyed her life much in the same way and with as little regard to consequences. When she and her little sisters came out of the great cemetery gates into a broad, cheerful, suburban road, the children ran on, afraid of being late. Florrie caught up, as she had expressed it, with Carrie Jones and Ada Price, also in the full glory of their new summer things, and both eagerly looking out for her. For Florrie was bigger, smarter, and more daring than any of them; she was the ringleader in their jokes, and bore the brunt of the scrapes consequent upon them; she was therefore a favourite companion. The three girls hurried along the sunny road, chattering and laughing, with their heads full of their new clothes, their friends, and themselves, so that there was not an atom of room left for the Bible lesson which they were about to receive. They came with a rush and a bounce into the parish room, where their class was held, just as the door was unfastened after the opening hymn, found their places with a scuffle and a titter, pulled some Bibles towards them, and looked all round to greet their special acquaintances, as the teacher began her lesson.
Florrie Whittaker did not behave worse than several others of the young, noisy, irrepressible creatures who sat round the table; but there was so much of her in every way that the teacher never lost the sense of her existence through the whole lesson. Miss Mordaunt was a clever, sensible lady, not very young, nor with any irresistible power of commanding attention, but quite capable of keeping her class together, and of repressing inordinately bad conduct. Sometimes her lessons were interesting and impressive, and, as she was human, sometimes they were rather dull; but the girls liked her as well as they liked anyone, and if they had been aware that they wanted a friend would have expected her to prove a kind one. But they were mostly young and well-to-do, with life in every limb and every feeling; and the Bible class was a very trifling incident to them.
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Ada and Carrie, brought face to face with one of the practical puzzles of life for girls of their standing, the difficulty of “keeping oneself up” in a right and not in a wrong way, were far too conscious of inconsistency to have anything to say, and Ada changed the subject.
“Well, anyway, I wouldn’t be you to-morrow morning, Florrie,” she said.
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