Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 11: what you’re looking at

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7 MADGE SPICER. 8 Impossible; I can’t and won’t believe it uf her She is an “Don’t be silly, Parker”—said Virginia, laughing—* she & very superior woman—only so cross! We generally have all those things hired, you know—but Florida, taking on an uncommon fit of economy, thought we two might just as well aave the expense. It seems as if, failing in the attainment of ‘he great things she wishes to do, she is determined to put as much toil and burden upon herself as she can carry.” “But you—to make you work so—’tis shameful. She is large and strong—strong as a man, I should say; while you are so little and delicate—fit only to wash rose-leaves if any thing.” “What a conceit!” cried Virginia, her musical laugh ring- ing out again. “Come, now you know my day’s discomforts, tell me yours.” “ Your absence madeall my sorrow ;” said the young man—for, being a school-teacher, he should be honored by the title of manhood, even though his check and chin were almost beard- less. He led her to a seat—richer in its emerald braid and embroidery of moss than a queen’s throne—and threw himself down beside her on the dry, sweet, slippery pine-carpet. “ And yet, not quite all ;” he added, “for that Madge Spicer worried me into a fever. It hasn’t left my face yet. I believe the girl is crazy; for because I gave Miss Spenser a little help in one of her mathematical demonstrations, she flung her slate and book across the floor, and declared she would go right to the committee and tell them how partial I was. For a few moments she was outrageous. I could do nothing with her. I tried reasoning, coaxing and threats, but all to no pur- pose. She is a spoilt girl, but her father is a man of great influence and could set me adrift any moment. OQ! dear, it’s a wearing life though. I wonder what train so? Upon my word she will worry my life out of me.” Virginia felt her cheeks glow. “Til tell you what ”—she said without thinking—“ it's the samemotive that troubles my sister—jealousy.” | “ Jealousy ! oh! Virginia.” “s “You know what I mean,” said the young girl, rapidly —~ “ that is—Florida, you see, never was pleased with me— well, Scomichooksscom {