Growing Up: A Story of the Girlhood of Judith Mackenzie

GROWING UP A Story of the Girlhood of JUDITH MACKENZIE By JENNIE M. DRINKWATER “Each year grows more sacred with wondering expectation.” —Phillips Brooks. A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK.
Copyright, 1894, By A. I. Bradley & Co.
CONTENTS
“I remember the lessons of childhood, you see,
And the horn book I learned on my poor mother’s knee.
In truth, I suspect little else do we learn
From this great book of life, which so shrewdly we turn,
Saving how to apply, with a good or bad grace,
What we learned in the horn book of childhood.”
—Owen Meredith.
Judith’s mother sat in her invalid chair before the grate; she looked very pretty to Judith with her hair curling back from her face, and the color of her eyes and cheeks brought out by the becoming wrapper; the firelight shone upon the mother; the fading light in the west shone upon the girl in the bay-window, the yellow head, the blue shoulders bent over the letter she was writing.
“Judith, come and tell me pictures.”