Excerpt from Heart Sword My dear Kit, she said one day, when the girl was grumbling because she had not a fresh dress in which to go to a tennis party at the Rectory, you ought to take more care of your clothes, because you know perfectly well how washing ruins them.
Other girls have heaps of clothes, and I have none, said Kit, dejectedly.
Don't say that, Kit you have clothes - a great many clothes, far more than I had at your age. But then, it is true, girls in those days did not play tennis and other romping, hoydenish games Of the kind. And we gave a thought sometimes to our garments - which is more than you ever do, my dear.
Oh, don't preach, auntie, said Kit, rebelliously, and yet very sweetly, don't preach, dearie. Iwill wear the Old frock; never mind, don't mind. I was a beast to grumble.
My dear Kit, said Miss Whitaker, I beg you will not use that kind Of language in my presence.
I won't, auntie; I hear the boys say that kind Of thing sometimes.
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Other girls have heaps of clothes, and I have none, said Kit, dejectedly.
Don't say that, Kit you have clothes - a great many clothes, far more than I had at your age. But then, it is true, girls in those days did not play tennis and other romping, hoydenish games Of the kind. And we gave a thought sometimes to our garments - which is more than you ever do, my dear.
Oh, don't preach, auntie, said Kit, rebelliously, and yet very sweetly, don't preach, dearie. Iwill wear the Old frock; never mind, don't mind. I was a beast to grumble.
My dear Kit, said Miss Whitaker, I beg you will not use that kind Of language in my presence.
I won't, auntie; I hear the boys say that kind Of thing sometimes.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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