ISBN: 9781236431561

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 44 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… Mehr…

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 44 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 Excerpt: . . . quiet and patient under Mrs. Bardens constant fault-finding; making her answer softly and gently, or, if she felt unable to do so just then, sending her to her own little room, where with the door shut, Sylvia on her knees would pray for help to become the patient Christ-like little child she longed to be. CHAPTER XIII. NELL GWYNNE. O do Mrs. Barden justice, she had very little idea how much her angry words and harsh manner wounded Sylvias sensitive little heart, and many a time she fancied her hard and careless because she would turn away without speaking, when the child was really only struggling to keep back some petulant answer. But her feelings towards the little orphan only grew more bitter as time went by, and she saw how she was growing nearer and dearer to her grandfathers heart, and how he seemed unable to endure her absence for long together from his side, growing restless and impatient when she was away. She was usurping Toms place in the old mans affections, the poor jealous mother thought bitterly; when, as a matter of fact, Sylvia occupied a place there that never had been Toms, and which Tom, with his selfish, unloving and unlovable nature never could have occupied. There you go, you tiresome child! Mrs. Barden said one Saturday afternoon; that is the sixth time you have lost your needle since dinner. I never sawsuch a careless girl! Wheres your thimble now Please, aunt (Sylvia always called Mrs. Barden aunt at her grandfathers desire), Toms got it. Tom, indeed, --if Mrs. Barden had but chosen to look, --was the cause of all the mischief resulting in the lost needle and thimble. He was stretched on the hearth-rug at Sylvias feet, apparently deeply engrossed in a book, and . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<