A Mad Tea-Party

A DAY WITH THE FLOWER-GIRLS. “VIOLETS, sweet violets! A penny a bunch!” From ten o’clock in the morning until the first hour of midnight this cry of the flower-sellers may be heard in the London streets. It usually issues from female throats, although occasionally the clamour is reinforced by a masculine voice, which, however, could…

Chapter 7 Mord Em’ly’s mother justified her daughter’s confidence. The interview took place in the presence of Mrs. Wingham, and the two excellent ladies talked to each other, and at Mord Em’ly. It seemed to Mord Em’ly that her mother’s face was thinner. “As I say, ma’am,” remarked Mord Em’ly’s mother, “I only hope she’s…

Chapter VII Myra’s Little Ram Elinor and Ruth had met in New York and taken the train up the river. They sat primly clasping box and bundle on the lengthwise seat near the door of the coach. “Strange that Myra did not make connections,” said Elinor, trying to keep her foot from tapping in eager…

CHAPTER X THROWN OUT OF THE LADIES’ GALLERY — I MEET LADY CONSTANCE LYTTON April 25th, 1906, was a red-letter day for me. I was to have a seat in the Ladies’ Gallery of the House of Commons, in order to join in a protest that had to be made. Mr. Keir Hardie introduced a…

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