Helen Grant's Schooldays

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Douglas Amanda M.. Helen Grant's Schooldays

CHAPTER I. HELEN

CHAPTER II. AN EXCURSION TO HOPE

CHAPTER III. AIR CASTLES WITH FOUNDATIONS

CHAPTER IV. PLANTING OF SMALL SEEDS

CHAPTER V. A GIRL'S DREAMS

CHAPTER VI. HOW THEY ALL PLANNED

CHAPTER VII. SUCCESSFUL

CHAPTER VIII. MRS. VAN DORN'S WINNING HAND

CHAPTER IX. DIFFERENT STANDPOINTS

CHAPTER X. BEGINNING ANEW

CHAPTER XI. SCHOOL IN EARNEST

CHAPTER XII. THE COURAGE OF CONVICTIONS

CHAPTER XIII. A LITTLE SEED SOWN

CHAPTER XIV. AND THORNS SPRANG UP

CHAPTER XV. BETWIXT TWO

CHAPTER XVI. HOPE THROUGH A WIDER OUTLOOK

CHAPTER XVII. IN THE DELIGHTFUL CURRENT

CHAPTER XVIII. WRIT IN AN UNKNOWN TONGUE

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Helen was up at five the next morning. They were early risers in the summer time at the Mulfords', except Fan and little Tom. Mrs. Mulford didn't want young ones about bothering, when they could be no sort of use. Mr. Mulford had quoted the advantage of good habits, and that you never could begin too soon.

"When I have need of their habits I'll see that they have 'em," she replied with a confident nod. "Plenty of sleep is good for 'em."

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"Oh, dear, you don't mean" – Helen stopped and colored scarlet, and her breath came in bounds.

"That you should go in her place? Oh; no, you can't indulge in such luxuries just yet. Miss Gage finally consented on condition that she could spend the summer with her folks on Long Island. There's quite a family of them, and they seem to care a good deal for each other. Mrs. Van Dorn wants someone to run up and down for her, read to her, fan her sometimes and go out driving with her. She doesn't get up until after eight, and has coffee, fruit, and rolls brought up to her room. And she's a great hand for flowers – her vases must be washed out and filled every day. Then she comes down on the porch, wants the paper read to her and likes to talk over things. After dinner she takes a nap. Then she goes for a drive. They used to take a book along last summer, she's as fond of poetry as any young girl. Mr. Warfield said you were the finest reader of poetry in the school. And what I'm driving at is that I do believe you could suit her, and I'd like someone to help me out a little when I'm rushed. Joanna's good, but one pair of hands can't do everything. I asked Mary Cross to come over and read, but she drones, and she can't bear poetry. And I've been thinking who I could find. You see it isn't like a maid. Miss Gray, the nurse, comes in every morning and gives her massage and all that. She's smart enough to help herself and hates to be thought old. Now, if you could come and help both, and earn a little money? It would be three dollars a week, and no real hard work."

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