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Title: A great emergency
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Barry, Etheldred B. (Etheldred Breeze), b. 1870, ill
Subjects: Runaway children Sailors Great Britain -- History 19th century Fiction
Publisher: Boston : L.C. Page
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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did the ghostin a white sheet ; and with her hair combed,and a burnt cork mustache, she looked soexactly like the picture that Rupert startedwhen she came in, and stared; and Mothersaid he had acted splendidly. Henrietta was wonderfully like the picture.Much more like than Rupert ever was, whichrather vexed him, because that ancestor wasone of the very bravest, and his name wasRupert. He was rather vexed, too, when sherode the pony bare-backed which had kickedhim off. But I think the pony was fonder ofHenrietta, which perhaps made it easier for herto manage it. She used to feed it with bits ofbread. It got them out of her pocket. One of the things Henrietta could not do aswell as Rupert was cricket. Rupert was one ofthe best players in the school. Henrietta usedto want to play with us at home, and she and Idid play for a bit, before breakfast, in the dry-ing-ground ; but Rupert said, if I encouragedher in being unladylike, he would not let mecome to the school matches. He said I might
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SHE RODE THE PONY BAREBACKED. A GREAT EMERGENCY. 15 take my choice, and play either with girls orboys, but not with both. But I thought itwould be very mean to leave Henrietta in thelurch. So I told her I would stick by her, asRupert had not actually forbidden me. He hadgiven me my choice, and he always kept hisword. But she would not let me. She pre-tended that she did not mind; but I knew shedid, for I could see afterwards that she hadbeen crying. However, she would not play,and Mother said she had much rather she didnot, as she was so afraid of her getting hit by theball. So that settled it, and I was very glad notto have to give up going to the school matches. The school we went to was the old towngrammar school. It was a very famous one;but it was not so expensive as big public schoolsare, and I believe this was why we lived in thistown after my fathers death, for Mother wasnot at all rich. The grammar school was very large, and therewere all sorts of boys there - - sons of gentl

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