Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp - or, the Old Lumberman's Secret by Annie Roe Carr
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my age. If they can get along, I suppose I can."
"Hush!" begged her mother quickly. "Don't speak of such a thing. I couldn't bear to have you obliged to undertake your own support in any such way. "Both your father and I, honey, had the benefit of more than the ordinary common-school education. I went three years to the Tennessee Training College; I was prepared to teach when your father and I met and married. He obtained an excellent training for his business in a technical college. We hoped to give our children, if we were blessed with them, an even better start in life than we had. "Had your little brother lived, honey," added Mrs. Sherwood tenderly, "we should have tried to put him through college, and you, as well. It would have been something worthwhile for your father to work for. But I am afraid all these years that his money has been wasted in attempts to benefit my health." "Oh, Momsey! Don't say it, that way," urged Nan. "What would we ever do without you? But I sometimes think how nice it would be had I been a boy, my own brother, for instance. A boy can be so much more help than a girl." "For shame!" cried her mother, laughing. "Do you dare admit a boy is smarter than a girl, Nan?" "Not smarter. Only better able to do any kind of work, I guess. They wouldn't let me work in the file shop, or drive a grocery |
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