Books with author NULL L. T. Meade

Three Girls from SchoolL. T. Meade , prolific writer of girls' stories (1844-1914)This ebook presents «Three Girls from School», from L. T. Meade . A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected.Table of Contents-01- About this book-02- LETTERS-03- THE TEMPTATION-04- TO CATCH AT A STRAW-05- I DON’T WANT TO DO WRONG-06- ANNIE’S SCHEME-07- MRS PRIESTLEY-08- THE POET-09- A TOUCH OF THE SUN-10- THE RECTOR-11- THE ILLNESS-12- THE LETTER-13- HER GREAT SIN-14- ANNIE’S APPEAL-15- IT RELATES TO YOUR NIECE ANNIE-16- A TRAVELLING COMPANION-17- A DELICIOUS DINNER-18- INGRATIATING SECRETARY-19- DAWN AT INTERLAKEN-20- A PROFITABLE TRANSACTION-21- A CONFESSION AND A FRIEND-22- CONFESSIONS-23- CONTRARY INFLUENCES-24- A STERN DECISION-25- HOME NO MORE-26- VERY DARK DAYS-27- DAWSON’S SHOP-28- A DEFENDER-29- TILDA FREEMAN-30- FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT

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Turquoise and RubyL. T. Meade , prolific writer of girls' stories (1844-1914)This ebook presents «Turquoise and Ruby», from L. T. Meade . A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected.Table of Contents-01- About this book-02- GREAT REFUSAL-03- FOR HELEN OF TROY-04- A STARTLING CONDITION-05- AGREED-06- FIVE IMPORTANT LETTERS-07- PREPARATIONS FOR THE VISIT-08- LIGHT BLUE SILK-09- BREAK UP DAY-10- THREE SISTERS CONSULT TOGETHER-11- A COSY LITTLE SUPPER-12- REACTION-13- A TERRIBLE ALTERNATIVE-14- A SURPRISE INVITATION-15- THE CASTLE-16- THE SEASIDE-17- A SCRUMPTIOUS DAY-18- GATHERING CLOUDS-19- THE LOCKED DRAWER-20- TELLTALE TRACINGS-21- AN EXCHANGE-22- A FORLORN HOPE-23- DO THE RIGHT THING-24- A WONDERFUL DREAM-25- RESTITUTION

Girls New and Old by L. T. MeadeIT was an autumn evening when Molly Lavender first arrived at Redgarth. This large school for girls was situated in a certain well-known district in the north of England. It adjoined a cathedral town of great beauty, and was in the neighborhood of those wide downs and far-reaching moors for which this part of the country is justly famed. The school itself was inclosed in spacious gardens, occupying several acres of land. The houses of residence surrounded the great hall and lecture rooms, where the work of education was carried on. There were eight houses of residence, and from forty to fifty girls lived in each.It had been the dream of Molly Lavender's life to go to Redgarth. Her education hitherto had been conducted partly at home, and partly in a small school; she longed to enter a wider world, and looked forward with much enthusiasm to the comradeship and esprit de corps which would form part of the education of her new life. A vacancy had been offered her at St. Dorothy's, one of the most popular of the houses, and when her cab drew up there on this lovely evening, a very eager and excited young face peeped out.Molly was fifteen, just the age when girls can be shy. She had lived in a whirl of excited feeling during all her long journey from London; but now that she had really arrived at Redgarth, a sense of unexpected timidity assailed her, and although she was not such a coward as to wish to run away, she heartily desired the first evening to be well over.When she appeared, a group of girls were standing idly chatting in the beautiful entrance-hall. No one spoke for a moment; but before there was time for real embarrassment, the principal of the house, a tall, good-looking, dignified woman of about thirty, came out of a room at one side of the hall. She gave Molly a cordial welcome, introduced her to one or two of her companions, and then took her upstairs, to show her her own little room."I hope you will be thoroughly happy at Redgarth, my dear," said Miss Leicester, in her brisk, energetic voice. "You are very fortunate in finding a vacancy in this house. We are all very happy here, and I think I can promise that you will have a good time. Our motto is, Plenty of work, and plenty of play; the life is as healthy and full of pleasure as life can be. For my part, I envy girls who, like yourself, come to a great school like this with all their future fresh before them. By the way, what is your Christian name? It is the custom at St. Dorothy's to call the girls who are in residence by their Christian names."

GIRLS OF THE TRUE BLUE BY L. T. MEADE Author of “Miss Nonentity,” “The Odds and the Evens,” “Light o’ the Morning,” “The Girls of St. Wode’s,” etc. WITH TEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY PERCY TARRANT W. & R. CHAMBERS, LimitedCONTENTS.I. “I PROMISE” II. “I WON’T EVER GO TO YOU.” III. THE FROCK WITH CRAPE IV. THE BEST GIRL V. THE MYSTERY-GIRL VI. THE BULL-PUP VII. THE FALL VIII. PIP IX. UNDER HER THUMB X. A MYSTERY XI. THE MIDDLE WAY XII. “I SHALL STAY FOR A YEAR” XIII. UNCLE PETER XIV. “IT WAS NOT WORTH WHILE” XV. SOLDIERS OF THE TRUE BLUE XVI. TIGHTENING HER CHAIN XVII. AUGUSTA’S RESOLVE XVIII. AUGUSTA’S SIGNATURE XIX. THE ASPRAYS XX. THE ORDERLY-BOOK XXI. THE PICNIC XXII. THE BROKEN LOCK XXIII. “PRIZE-DAY COMES IN A MONTH” XXIV. THE GIPSY TEA XXV. THE PACKET OF LETTERS XXVI. SUNBEAM XXVII. “WAS THAT THE REASON?” XXVIII. “IS WRONG RIGHT?” XXIX. DOWN BY THE WISTARIA XXX. AUGUSTA IS FRIGHTENED XXXI. UNCLE PETER’S CONSIDERING CAP XXXII. THE BEGINNING OF THE SHADOW XXXIII. THE CROSS XXXIV. THE LETTER XXXV. THE WAY OF TRANSGRESSORS IS HARD LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.“He is not horrid at all,” said Nan, very cross. Nan was perfectly satisfied to sit near the fire holding the kittens. “Cross!” he said to himself; “why, it is one of the dearest little faces in the world.” “Here is some paper,” said Nancy, “and here is a pencil. Write the words down, Augusta, and let me keep the paper.” Augusta nearly fell back as she read the words. “What are you doing by that drawer, Gussie!” “I have brought a bird for her—my own bird. May I go in and see her at once?” said Nancy. Augusta in terror was hiding behind a bush of laurustinus. “As to your shilling, miss, you can keep it, for I don’t want none of it.” “Let me fasten it round your neck, Nan, then I shall feel better.”GIRLS OF THE TRUE BLUE. CHAPTER I.—“I PROMISE.”“And how is she to-day, Nan?” said the kindly voice of Mrs. Richmond.The time was early spring. The lady in question had come into a dark and somewhat dismal room; she herself was richly wrapped in furs and velvet; her large, smooth face was all beams and smiles. A dark little girl with thin cheeks, about eleven years of age, clasping a battered doll in her arms, looked full up at her.“She is no better,” said Nan; “and I think perhaps it would be a good plan for you to go.”“What a little monkey you are!” said Mrs. Richmond. “But I do not mind you, my dear Anna; I have known you too long. Come here, dear, and let me look at you.”Nan laid her doll on the table and approached slowly. Her dress was untidy, her hair unkempt. There were traces of tears round her eyes, but none showed at that moment; the sad eyes looked bold and full and defiant into the kindly face of the lady.“You are not too tidy, my dear little girl; that pinafore would be the better for the wash-tub. And must you play with that horrid old doll?”

Bessie! Bessie! "Yes, mother," replied Bessie Challoner. "You'll be late for school, child, if you are not quick." "Bessie!" shouted her father at the top of his voice from below stairs. "Bessie; late as usual." "I am really going, father; I am just ready," was the eager reply. Bessie caught up her sailor hat, shoved it carelessly over her mass of thick hair, and searched frantically round her untidy bedroom for the string bag which contained her schoolbooks.

Excerpt:There are all kinds of first things one can look back upon; I mean by that the first things of all. There is the little toddling journey across the floor, with father's arms stretched out to help one, and mother's smile to greet one when the adventurous journey is over. And there are other baby things, of course. Then there come the big things which one can never forget.My big thing arrived when I was eight years old. I came home with father from India. Father's name was Major Grayson, and I was called Heather. I was petted a great deal on board ship, and made a fuss about, and, in consequence, I made a considerable fuss about myself and gave myself airs. Father used to laugh when I did this and catch me in his arms and press me close to his heart, and say:"My dearest little Heather, I can quite perceive that you will be a most fascinating woman when you grow up."I remember even now his words, and the look on his face when he said these things, but as I did not in the least comprehend them at the time, I merely asked in my very pertest voice for the nicest sweetmeats he could procure for me, on which he laughed more than ever, and, turning to his brother officers, said:"Didn't I say so? Heather will take the cake some time."

“And how is she to-day, Nan?” said the kindly voice of Mrs. Richmond.The time was early spring. The lady in question had come into a dark and somewhat dismal room; she herself was richly wrapped in furs and velvet; her large, smooth face was all beams and smiles. A dark little girl with thin cheeks, about eleven years of age, clasping a battered doll in her arms, looked full up at her.“She is no better,” said Nan; “and I think perhaps it would be a good plan for you to go.”“What a little monkey you are!” said Mrs. Richmond. “But I do not mind you, my dear Anna; I have known you too long. Come here, dear, and let me look at you.”Nan laid her doll on the table and approached slowly. Her dress was untidy, her hair unkempt. There were traces of tears round her eyes, but none showed at that moment; the sad eyes looked bold and full and defiant into the kindly face of the lady.