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Title: Our young folks (serial)
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 Hamilton, Gail, 1833-1896 Larcom, Lucy, 1824-1893
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Publisher: (Boston : Ticknor and Fields)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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e Day in a French Boarding-School,by L. A., is equally well written, and only itslength excludes it from the pages of Our YoungContributors. Next in order of merit, on ourhonorable-mention list, this month, we place AHolidays Pleasure, a neatly written sketch, byT. E. D. ; after which come A Practical Joke,by Geo. P. Whittlesey, — well told (though wedo not approve of practical jokes), and accom-panied by a drawing quite as good as the sketch;a description of The Old Fort at St. Augus-tine, by Bessie G. Colt; Stellas Scholarship,by Berttie Clark ; Wyoming, by CharlotteDaisy Bentley; Tlie Death of Miss Pinky,by John K. Sever; A Trip to Mexico, byMinnie ; Our May Party, by Nellie Hollister;and Silver Brook, by Margaret Douglas. T. L. R. R. sends in correct answers to all butone of our last months puzzles. Early answersare also received from Frank Mellen, T. G. S. W.,Ida A. Wendell, Wm. C. Hubbell, Agnes H.Dodge, Arthur G. Hatch, Linda Carver, Carrie I.Kinsley, and Allie B. Withington.
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OUR YOUNG FOLKS. An Illustrated MagazineFOR BOYS AND GIRLS. Vol. VIII. OCTOBER, 1872. No. X. A CHANCE FOR HIMSELF.CHAPTER XXXI. TEA WITH AUNT PATSY. LONE in her lonely little house, in the closingtwilight, Aunt Patsy had put up the leaf ofher rickety pine table, and, having placed uponit a pewter plate and a cracked teacup, wasbusy preparing her humble supper, — bendingover the hearth, toasting a crust of bread on afork, beside a simmering teapot, — when thedoor was softly pushed open and somebodylooked in. Who s there ? shrieked the old woman, drop-ping her toast and starting up in affright. Nobody but me ; dont be scared, Aunt Patsy.And the visitor glided into the room and softly closedthe door again. You ! Jack Hazard ! she exclaimed, recoveringher self-possession. • Bless ye, lad, I m alwaysglad to see ye. But vicious boys have played somany mean tricks on me, I m awful skittish ! Itsgittin so dark I did nt know ye at fust. Or is itthat odd-lookin hat you ve got on ? Jack la

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