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The Girl Warriors
_A BOOK FOR GIRLS_
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By ADENE WILLIAMS
David C. Cook Publishing Company
ELGIN, ILL.; OR
36 WASHINGTON STREET, CHICAGO.
Copyright, 1901.
By David C. Cook Publishing Company.
The Girl Warriors.
_A BOOK FOR GIRLS._
By ADENE WILLIAMS.
CHAPTER I.
THE BURTONS.
Winnifred Burton sat all alone in the pleasant sitting-room, curled up
in an easy-chair so large that her little figure was almost lost in its
great depths. The fire in the open grate burned brightly, sending out
little tongues of flame which made dancing shadows on the walls and
ceiling, and flashed ever and anon on the bright hair and face and dress
of the little girl sitting so quiet before it.
It was a dismal day near the close of January. Snow had been falling
steadily all day, and the window-sill was already piled so high with it
that by and by it would have to be brushed away in order to close the
shutters. But Winnifred was so absorbed in the book she was reading that
she knew nothing of all this. The book was a new edition of "The Giant
Killer; or, The Battle That All Must Fight." She was just reading how
the brave but tempted Fides lay in the dreadful Pit of Despair; of
how he had fallen back, bruised and bleeding, time after time, in his
endeavors to cut and climb his way out, before he found the little cord
of love which was strong enough to draw him out with scarcely an effort
of his own.
Twilight was fast closing in around the little reader, and all the
letters on the page were beginning to dance up and down. Impatiently
shaking herself, Winnifred slipped down from her chair, gave the fire
a little poke, and settled herself on the floor in front of it, holding
the book so that she could see to read by the flickering light. But she
had scarcely begun to do so, when the door opened. She gave a little
jump, and turned quite red in the face.
But it was only her little brother Ralph, who said: "'Innie, mamma says
if 'oo have 'oor lessons done, 'ou'se to come out and set the table for
supper."
Her lessons done! Winnie glanced at the pile of books lying on the
table by the window. Yes, there they all were--her geography, history,
grammar, arithmetic. When now would she have time to learn those
lessons? And she felt that she had been dishonest, too, because her
mother would perhaps have had something else for her to do, if she had
not supposed she was studying hard. However, there was no help for it
now, and with a rueful face she left the room.
Mrs. Burton was in the kitchen, so that Winnie escaped being questioned,
but just now she was taking herself to task, for she had a very guilty
conscience, and was wondering when she was going to begin fighting her
giants. She knew only too well what one of them was, and she knew
also that if she could not find time to learn those lessons, another
punishment beside the stings of her conscience would await her on the
morrow.
But presently her father and older brother came home; little Ralph ran
to get their slippers, while they took off their wet boots; supper was
put on the table, and they all sat down to the cheerful meal.
Mr. and Mrs. Burton had few rules for their household, but they had
one which was imperative: nothing but cheerful faces and cheerful
conversation was allowed at the table. Business or household worries
were kept for private conference, and the little griefs of the children
were not allowed to be mentioned.
Winnie soon forgot her anxiety in listening to the things that her
father and brother Jack were saying, and, as the talk was about
politics, and the tariff, and the state of the market, other little
girls may not be so interested as Winnie tried to make herself believe
that she was. So this will be a good time to describe them all, as they
sit at the table.
All of their acquaintances spoke of the Burtons as a very happy family,
and this opinion was undoubtedly correct, the reason for which will
appear later.
Mr. Burton is a tall, handsome, young-looking man, with brown eyes
having a merry twinkle in them; his eyebrows and moustache are dark and
heavy, and his firm mouth and chin show character and decision.
Mrs. Burton looks as young as her husband, and Winnie is always taken by
strangers to be her younger sister, which is a source of great delight
and comfort to the girl, as she is very proud of her dainty and stylish
mother. Mrs. Burton has soft brown hair, always prettily dressed; her
eyes are a deep, soft blue, shaded by long, curling lashes, and with
straight, delicate eyebrows above. Although she does much of the
household work, she manages, in some mysterious manner, to keep her
hands soft and white. Winnie sometimes steals up behind her mother and
puts her own little brown hands beside one of the soft white ones with
a little sigh--for she would like her own to be soft and white, too--but
more often with a merry laugh.
Eighteen-year-old Jack, except that he gives promise of attaining his
father's noble inches, is much like his mother. He had been intended for
one of the professions, but all of his talents and inclinations having
pointed to business, his father finally yielded the point of having him
go through college, and, upon his graduation from high-school the year
previous, took him into his own real estate office.
Winnie has eyes and hair like her father, but, in spite of her twelve
years, is so small and slight that she looks like a child of nine or
ten.
Four-year-old Ralph is the pet and beauty of the family. His hair
curls in loose rings all over his head. His hazel eyes have such large,
dilating pupils, and such a way of shining when anything is given him,
that his young aunts and uncles, together with Winnie and Jack, are
always giving him something for the pleasure of seeing his wondering
look.
"Well, my dear," said Mr. Burton to his wife, as they rose from the
table, "anything on the carpet for to-night?"
"Yes, if you don't think the weather too bad, I'd like to call on Mrs.
Brown after Ralph is put to bed."
"Winnie, I should like you to accompany Jack in one of his new violin
studies, while we are gone; but you must not forget that half past nine
is your bed-time."
[Illustration: "Now for the new music," Jack said.--See page 6.]
Poor Winnie! She dearly liked playing Jack's accompaniments, but the
unlearned lessons rose up before her, and she said, "Oh, mamma, I can't
to-night; I haven't done my lessons!"
"Well, Winnie, this has happened three or four times within the last
week. If several study bells in school and two hours in the afternoon
are not sufficient for you to keep up with your classes, I'd rather
you'd go back a year. I want you to be educated thoroughly, but I can't
have you 'crammed,' and you're too young to do studying at night."
"Mamma, that is time enough for me to do all my school work; but, like
the Little Women, I have something to ''fess,' and if you'll let
me study this time, I think that after this I'll get through in the
daytime."
"Very well; but remember, if this is of frequent occurrence, I'll have
to consult Mr. Bowen and see if you are overworked."
Jack and Mr. Burton had heard none of this conversation, having gone
into the sitting-room for a game of chess, and Mrs. Burton and Winnie
had remained in the dining-room.
Mrs. Burton went into the kitchen to give her orders for breakfast
to Norah, and Winnie returned to the sitting-room with a strong
determination to work so hard that she would make up for her
self-indulgence of the afternoon. But little Ralph came running up to
her with: "Now, 'Innie, tell me a story."
"Oh, Ralphie, Winnie can't to-night; see, she has to learn something out
of all these books;" and she pointed to the big pile of them that lay on
the table.
"Well, den, me'll wead the newspaper;" and he sat down on a hassock with
a paper in his hand, and looked so cunning that Winnie had to go and
give him a little hug before she could get to work.
She began with her greatest bugbear, United States History; not,
however, without having cast one longing look at "The Giant Killer,"
as it stood temptingly on the edge of the book case. But, saying to
herself, "I'm bound to do it"--a phrase which had seemed to help her
over difficulties so many times that she almost felt as if it were the
phrase, and not the exertions which always followed the use of it, that
was helpful to her--she applied herself with such concentration that,
during the twenty minutes her mother remained out of the room, she
learned quite thoroughly the three pages describing the Battle of
Monmouth. In the meantime, Ralph had been put to bed, and Mrs. Burton
had come in, cloaked and bonneted. As soon as their father and mother
had gone, Jack said, "Now, Win, for the new music."
"Oh, Jack, look here! There are two pages of descriptive geography, ten
map questions, and a short account of the exports and imports of India
to be learned, and I've six long problems in percentage to work."
"Whew! Then my cake's dough! But how is it that you have all this to
do to-night? I thought we were to spend our evenings in helping and
entertaining each other; that was what I understood mother to say when
she changed your hour for bed from half past eight to half past nine.
Ah! Win, I know what it is; you've been at your old tricks, you little
bookworm!"
"Don't tease, Jack. I'm sorry enough for it now, and I'll be ready to
help you to-morrow night."
"To-morrow! Always to-morrow! But to-morrow our debating club meets, and
that settles that. I'll have to play without accompaniment, that's all."
Winnie heaved a sigh. It was a disappointment to her, too, but she
resolutely forbore to say more about the matter. It took her, however,
until nearly nine o'clock to learn her geography lesson, and when her
bed-time came, she had but four of the problems solved. She would much
have liked to remain up an hour longer, but of direct disobedience Mrs.
Burton's children were seldom guilty, so Winnie gathered up her books,
ready to take to school in the morning, and went to her room.