Identifier: diaryofbirthdayd00dowe (find matches)
Title: The diary of a birthday doll
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Dow, Ethel C. (Ethel Constance), b. 1890
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Publisher: Philadelphia E. Stern & Co., Inc.
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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to give you a lesson, once for all, shecontinued; I will not have such behavior in my family. She reached out for a great big hair-brush that wason a dressing-table near her. A hair-brush, I thought,stupidly. Oh! I was all dazed. What does she wantwith a hair-brush. My hair must be untidy, and I guessshes going to comb me. Yet I trembled. I will not have it, she went on, more and moreexcited. Winnie Campbell knows how to make herchildren behave. She told me how, to-day, and Imjust going to take her advice. With a quick move-ment she laid me over her knee, face downward, rolled up my chemise, raised the hair-brush, and no, no, I cannot repeat the rest, I cannot, cannot. Maud and Gladys were sobbing softly when shecarried me back to bed, and there was a heavy breathingthrough the room; it might have come from Teddy Bear.I could not say a word. I was bruised and stiff frommy ribs to my knees, it was such a large hair-brush, andshe had used the bristly side, part of the time, and then 62
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She raised the hair-brush- and no, no, I cannot repeat the rest, cannot, cannot THURSDAY-SPANKED the disgrace, the awful shame of being pressed downtight till I couldnt move, and then publicly spankedwith a hair-brush, before Maud and Gladys and Tedand the two sparrows. My heart was broken, yes, myheart was broken. I felt that I could no longer lookanyone in the face, so dreadfully had I been disgraced.If it had only been on my shoulder or on my face; any-where but where it was, and before so many people.I lay quite still in my misery. Soon the heavy breathing stopped. Maud andGladys ceased their soft sobbing, and Mamma Lu—cruel Mamma Lu—sat in a corner and chewed sulkily. I thought that the sparrows had flownaway; there was no sound outside of thewindow. 11 dont care, she exclaimed, sud-y; I dont care if it hurt a wholeShes a bad child, very disobe-dient. I disobedient, Mam-ma Lu ? Th

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