Books with author Mrs. L.T. Meade

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Mrs. Meade's heroine is a Liverpool flower-girl, and is drawn with more than her usual vigour. She promises her dying mother to keep her little twin-brothers from harm, and the story tells us how she kept her promise. Other books by L.T. Meade include The Rebel of the School, A Very Naughty Girl, A Modern Tomboy, Wild Kitty, A Girl in Ten Thousand, A Sweet Girl Graduate, and The School Queens.

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"Why, then, Miss Nora—" "Yes, Hannah?" "You didn't see the masther going this way, miss?" "What do you mean, Hannah? Father is never at home at this hour." "I thought maybe—" said Hannah. She spoke in a dubious voice, backing a little away. Hannah was a small, squat woman, of a truly Irish type. Her nose was celestial, her mouth wide, her eyes dark, and sparkling with fun. She was dressed in a short, coarse serge petticoat, with what is called a bedgown over it; the bedgown was made of striped calico, yellow and red, and was tied in at the waist with a broad band of the same. Hannah's hair was strongly inclined to gray, and her humorous face was covered with a perfect network of wrinkles. She showed a gleam of snowy teeth now, as she looked full at the young girl whom she was addressing. "Ah, then, Miss Nora," she said, "it's I that am sorry for yez." Before Nora O'Shanaghgan could utter a word Hannah had turned on her heel. "Come back, Hannah," said Nora in an imperious voice. "Presently, darlint; it's the childer I hear calling me. Coming, Mike asthore, coming." The squat little figure flew down a side walk which led to a paddock: beyond the paddock was a turnstile, and at the farther end of an adjacent field a cabin made of mud, with one tiny window and a thatched roof. Hannah was making for the cabin with rapid, waddling strides. Nora stood in the middle of the broad sweep which led up to the front door of the old house.