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Show AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL <br><br> She flourished thirty or forty years ago. She was a little girl until she was fifteen. She used to help her mother wash the dishes and keep the kitchen tidy, and she has an ambition to make pies so nicely that papa could not tell the difference between them and mama's; and she would fry griddle cakes at ten years of age, and darn her own stockings before she was twelve, to say nothing of knitting them herself. <br><br> She never said "I can't," and "I don't want to," to her mother, when asked to leave her play and run up stairs or down on an errand, because she had not been brought up in that way. Obedience was a cardinal virtue in the old fashioned girl. <br><br> She arose in the morning when she was called, and went out into the garden and saw the dew on the grass; and if she lived in the country, she fed the chickens and hunted up the eggs for breakfast. <br><br> We do not suppose she had her hair in curl papers or crimping pins, or had it "banged" over her forehead, and her flounces were no trouble to her. <br><br> She learned to sew by making patchwork, and, we dare say, also could do an "over and over" seam as well as [unreadable] of the grown-up women do nowadays. <br><br> The old-fashioned little girl did not grow into a young lady, and talk about her beaux before she was in her teens, and she did not read dime novels, and was not fancying a hero in every plowboy she met. <br><br> She learned the solid accomplishments as she grew up. She was taught the art of cooking and house keeping. When she got a husband she knew how to cook him a dinner. |