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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

The weather was cold, but it was bright and cheerful, and Lucy got real enjoyment out of her mornings in the genial warmth of the kitchen, with Hugh eagerly watching and proudly helping in those homely labours which delight all children. Do the banquets of after-life ever furnish such delicious dainties as that scrap of paste, extra from the pie-crust, which mother or elder sister sweetens, and rolls out, and cuts patterns upon, and pops into the oven, all before one’s eyes, and which we wait to see taken out crisp and brown?
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

Freedom to live crowded in noisome rooms among ever-shifting “neighbours,” to go untidy, to eat bad food ill-cooked. Freedom on Bank holidays with their rowdy crowds; freedom (when one is not too tired) to run about the gas-lit streets, or to sit in tobacco-reeking music-halls; freedom, in such dangerous proximity to the hospital, the casual ward, the pauper’s grave!
Lucy thought of what she understood by freedom. A life of useful labour, leisure for friendship, books, the joys of music and of pictures, of flowers and sunset skies, of wild wood and breezy shore.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No…

The lease of the little house in Pelham Street had been bought by Charlie’s prenuptial savings, and the yearly expenditure had not been much larger than it must have been in the imaginary flat, Pollie’s domestic help having given Lucy time to do all the family needlework and to economise in those ways which leisure makes consistent with grace and beauty. To Lucy the life seemed to have been idyllic. But, then, at its foundation had been Pollie. So, if Pollies were an element not to be readily reckoned upon, life only was secure when it was planned to do without them.
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