The Mornin'-Glory Girl

								


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THE MORNIN’-GLORY GIRL
by
ALICE M. WINLOW and KATHRYN POCKLINGTON

McClelland & Stewart, Limited
Publishers—Toronto
Copyright, Canada, 1920
By McClelland & Stewart, Limited, Toronto
Printed in Canada

THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THOSE KINDLY SOULS WHO CONSISTENTLY
SING, “SCATTER SEEDS OF KINDNESS.”

CONTENTS


Dedication
Chapter I. Mrs. Wopp’s Hospitality
Chapter II. Concerning Betty
Chapter III. A Day at School
Chapter IV. Wash-Day at Mrs. Wopp’s
Chapter V. A Dance in the Cedar Hills
Chapter VI. An Evening in the Wopp Parlor
Chapter VII. The Little Church in the Coulee
Chapter VIII. Betty Visits the City of Her Dreams
Chapter IX. The Vaudeville Show
Chapter X. The Circus
Chapter XI. Jonah and the Whale
Chapter XII. The Autograph Quilt
Chapter XIII. Moses Gains Prestige
Chapter XIV. Betty Among the Flowers
Chapter XV. Merry-Making in the Hay-Loft
Chapter XVI. Moses Has Exciting Experiences
Chapter XVII. A Sample of Ebenezer Wopp’s Ire
Chapter XVIII. A Pair of Checked Trousers
Chapter XIX. Betty’s Illness

CHAPTER I.
MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY.

Ebenezer Wopp sat at the head of the table. Beaming from behind a
promising array of cups and saucers, his portly wife presented a
countenance of aggressive hospitality. In height and girth Mrs. Wopp
had much the advantage of her husband.
“Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.”
All heads bowed as the compliant master of the house, with thin
nervous hands outspread and in a voice quavering with piety, responded
to this request. Moses of the freckled face and pale blue eyes, kept
one eye open as grace was being said, in order to scan the bounteous
display on the table. Furtively he chose the largest bun on the plate
that was placed close to Betty, his little foster-sister. To annex the
most corpulent pickle would require some slight manœuvring, but he
felt sure it could be managed.
“Amen!”
Suddenly, all heads were raised and a sigh of satisfaction escaped
Mrs. Wopp’s lips.
“We do be glad to hev the new schoolmarm,” she announced, “you might
of mentioned her, in yer blessin’, Ebenezer.”
“I’ll make a note of that, Lize.”
The dutiful husband drew from his pocket a long slip of paper and a
small stubby pencil. Having a poor memory, he had formed the habit of
making a note of everything his wife suggested, so that he could
fulfill her wishes in future. The notes were plentiful, but they
failed in some unaccountable way to prod his memory.
“Never mind yer notes, Ebenezer, jist you sarve the pork.”
It had been Mrs. Wopp’s aim, to have the names for all the members of
the household sanctified by biblical authority. She claimed to have
had unnumbered admirers in her youth and had singled out her husband