Reprint of the original, first published in 1881.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XX. WORKING AND WAITING. "A UNT MARY, I want to go to New York, piease, .-. ma'am, and try my luck there." "To New York, child!" Aunt Mary exclaimed, dropping her needle and elevating her eyebrows to their greatest altitude at this startling announcement so quietly made. "Yes, auntie. It's of no use keeping on this way any longer. All my productions come back on my hands again like a bad penny. For over three months I've been writing and scattering manuscripts broadcast, only to have them 'declined with thanks' and returned to me when I have forwarded the requisite number of postagestamps. Thus I have more than expended what my fare would come to, not to speak of the loss in paper and other sundries, and the valuable time frittered away in preparing these rejected articles, which may as well go into the trashbasket at once." And she made a motion as if to summarily brush the scattered papers into that despised receptacle. "Don't, my dear!" said Aunt Mary, interposing to avert their threatened doom. "I think they are beautiful, and if the editors send them back it is either because they haven't taken the trouble to look them over at all, or because they are such numbskulls as not to know a good thing when they see it. They must wait until some one else has brought the unknown writer forward into public notiie, and she has made a name and reputation, before they dare put the seal of their sanction to her work." "That's exactly it, auntie, and that's why I want to go to the city to prosecute this search for fame and fortune in person. While I am here I can only send to a few places, but there I could go around to every one, and if I met with discouragement in ninety-and-nine, I might succeed in the hundredth. Then I would be spared...

Excerpt from Dr. Gilbert's Daughters: A Story for Girls A beautiful afternoon in the early part of June; an opening in the woods where the warm sun only peeped in through clustering leaves, and lay here and there in golden bars on the mossy carpet; an aged tree the spreading branches of which almost touched the ground; and - perched sideways upon the lowest (horseback-fashion), one hand lightly grasping a bridle of leaves, the other holding in position in front of her a large rag doll, while she bent alternately backward and forward, causing the bough to sway up and down - a little girl. "My poor, dear child!" she exclaimed, hugging the clumsy baby, and nearly losing her balance in the act, "to think that we should ever come to this! But do not weep, my darling. The gloomy forest is a safe hiding-place from our wicked enemy, and who knows but what brighter days are ahead? If Providence is only merciful to us, your poor father shall yet have his rights, and Edward shall be made to feel the vengeance of Margaret - I wonder if there are any robbers around?" peering anxiously into the bushes. "Hold! Who goes there?" 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.