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A Patriotic Schoolgirl is a work of juvenile fiction by Angela Brazil. The story is set during the First World War and tells of the intricacies of living in a girls school in the early part of the 20th century. There are also German prisoners of war, spies, and misunderstandings, all thrown in for good measure. Originally published in 1918, this is not only an entertaining read, but also gives a valuable insight into how the Great War was depicted in contemporary literature.
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This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

There had never been a week of worse weather, even for Whinburn, and that was saying something Mavis, sitting up in bed with a dressing-jacket and two shawls round her and three comfortable pillows tucked at her back, could just see out of the window if she craned her neck a little. The prospect which greeted her was anything but pleasing-a wilderness of roofs covered with dirty snow, and a row of factory chimneys belching forth grimy smoke against a leaden sky.

Girls Girls everywhere Girls in the passages, girls in the hall, racing upstairs and scurrying downstairs, diving into dormitories and running into classrooms, overflowing on to the landing and hustling along the corridor-everywhere, girls There were tall and short, and fat and thin, and all degrees from pretty to plain; girls with fair hair and girls with dark hair, blue-eyed, brown-eyed, and grey-eyed girls; demure girls, romping girls, clever girls, stupid girls-but never a silent girl.

"Two pencils, an india-rubber, a penknife, camp stool, easel, paint-box, a tube of Chinese white, a piece of sponge, paint rag, and water tin," said Aldred Laurence, checking each item off on her fingers. "Let me see Can I possibly want anything else? It's so extremely aggravating to get to a place and find you've left at home what you most particularly need. My block, of course How could I be so stupid as to forget it? It's no good taking pencils and paints if I've nothing to draw upon "

One dank, wet, clammy afternoon at the beginning of October half a dozen of the boarders at Briarcroft Hall stood at the Juniors' sitting-room window, watching the umbrellas of the day girls disappear through the side gate. It had been drizzling since dinner-time, and the prospect outside was not a remarkably exhilarating one. The yellow leaves of the oak tree dripped slow tears on to the flagged walk, as if weeping beforehand for their own speedy demise; the little classical statue on the fountain looked a decidedly watery goddess, the sodden flowers had trailed their heads in the soil, and...

It's the limit " exploded Laura. "An atrocious shame " agreed Janet. "Gives me nerve shock " mourned Ethelberga gloomily. "You see," continued Laura, popping the tray of her box on to the floor and sitting down on her bed, so as the better to address her audience-"you see, it's been plumped upon us without any warning. Miss Thompson must have arranged it long ago, but she never let out so much as a teeny-weeny hint. If I'd known before I came back I'd have asked Father to give a term's notice and let me leave at Christmas. Crystal clear, I would."