Fred S. Lincoln, An Indiana Girl — Chapter 4 (1901)
“ Men seldom do. She was, therefore, without the instinctive sympathy that only a mother can impart. She had been given books—always books. Lacking in the inventiveness that a mother permits full sway, her father attempted to furnish nothing as a pastime for Virgie but his own favorites. Yet she did not suffer for a lack of guidance into the mysteries that are always before child-life. The hills furnished rocky caves, into which she would worm herself, and there, surrounded by the fairies of her imagination, live in purer innocence than a less wholesome atmosphere could yield. ”
