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Amanda Minnie Douglas (1831-1916) was a prolific American writer. Born in New York City, she attended the City Institute there and after moving studied English and American literature with a private tutor. She later took up writing and sold several stories to periodicals, including the Saturday Evening Post, New York Ledger, and Lady's Friend. In 1866 her first book In Trust was published. Her other works include: Home Nook; or, The Crown of Duty (1874), There's No Place Like Home (1875), Hope Mills (1880), Floyd Grandon's Honor (1884), A Little Girl in Old Philadelphia (1890), A Little Girl in Old New York (1896), A Little Girl of Long Ago (1897), A Little Girl in Old Boston (1898), A Little Girl in Old Detroit (1902), A Little Girl in Old Quebec (1906), A Little Girl in Old Salem (1908) and The Girls at Mount Morris (1914).

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Lilian felt as if she could dance and sing. Was there such a thing as being too glad and happy? To go out of this poor old life with its pinches, and the sordid economies to a lovely home! She read Mrs. Searing's letter over and over again. These were the things that appealed to her, that she enjoyed in every fibre of her being. She glanced at her mother. Why the face was almost stolid! Oh, that was wicked! She had been so good and kind. Was it not the hard grind of poverty and hopeless work, never making any advance, that quenched the vitality of soul and brain? She must make her mark before hope dropped out of the years. She had watched her teachers in a curious manner, though she was too young to understand analysis of character. Some were favorites, some had favorites, girls who were of the noted families or had prosperity back of them.

Lilian Boyd entered the small, rather shabby room, neat, though everything was well worn. Her mother sat by a little work table busy with some muslin sewing and she looked up with a weary smile. Lilian laid a five-dollar bill on the table. “Madame Lupton sails on Saturday,” she said. “Oh how splendid it must be to go to Paris! Mrs. Cairns is to finish up; there is only a little to do, but Madame said everything you did was so neat, so well finished that she should be very glad to have you by the first of October.”