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Alice Sit-By-The-Fire

Creator: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937
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AMY, with a flash of pride. 'Perhaps you have noticed that my hair is up?' ALICE. 'It so took me aback, Amy, when you came into the room. How long have you had it up?' AMY, with large eyes, 'Not very long. I--I began only to-day.' ALICE, imploringly, 'Dear, put it down again. You are not grown up.' AMY, almost sternly, 'I feel I am a woman now.' ALICE, abject, 'A woman--you? Am I never to know my daughter as a girl!' AMY. 'You were married before you were eighteen.' ALICE. 'Ah, but I had no mother. And even at that age I knew the world.' AMY, smiling sadly, 'Oh, mother, not so well as I know it.' ALICE, sharply, 'What can you know of the world?' AMY, shuddering, 'More I hope, mother, than you will ever know.'
Government and Rebellion

I. _What is good government?_ II. _What constitutes rebellion against such government?_ III. _What is the duty of each citizen when rebellion exists?_ I. _What is a good government_? No citizen looks for an absolutely perfect form of nationality--of law. But we have a right to ask for good government. We have been accustomed to think that it depends more on administration than on principle; and the line of the poet, "That which is best administered, is best," is a proverb, to the sentiment of which we too freely yield. No doubt a government with bad statutes and wrong laws, may be so administered as to produce a tolerable degree of national comfort and development for a season; while a Constitution perfect in its theories and principles, may be so maladministered as to corrupt and distract, impoverish and demoralize, a people. And yet, I agree with an old patriot of the past
ALICE, alarmed, 'My child!' Seizing her: 'Amy, tell me what you know.' AMY. 'Don't ask me, please. I have sworn not to talk of it.' ALICE. 'Sworn? To whom?' AMY. 'To another.' Alice, with a sinking, pounces on her daughter's engagement finger; but it is unadorned. ALICE. 'Tell me, Amy, who is that other?' AMY, bravely, 'It is our secret.' ALICE. 'Amy, I beg you--' AMY, a heroic figure, 'Dear mother, I am so sorry I must decline.' ALICE. 'You defy me.' She takes hold of her daughter's shoulders. 'Amy, you drive me frantic. If you don't tell me at once I shall insist on your father--. Oh, you--' It is not to be denied that she is shaking Amy when the Colonel once more intrudes.