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Jane Andrews (1833-1887) was the author of The Seven Little Sisters Who Live on the Round Ball That Floats in the Air (1861), Each and All: The Seven Little Sisters Prove Their Sisterhood (1877), Ten Boys Who Lived on the Road from Long Ago to Now (1885) and The Stories Mother Nature Told Her Children (1889). ONE of my greatest delights while a pupil at Miss Andrews’ school-and I remember my attendance there as one long delight-was the coming of December 1st, her birthday and mine. It was her custom to celebrate the birthdays of her scholars by allowing them to select in part the lessons and exercises for the day, a joyful privilege which was of course shared by all, though the pride of planning with her the session of our double anniversary was mine alone. All the birthdays were occasions to remember, for the final hour was pretty sure to be given up to a story…
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Jane Andrews (1833-1887) was the author of The Seven Little Sisters Who Live on the Round Ball That Floats in the Air (1861), Each and All: The Seven Little Sisters Prove Their Sisterhood (1877), Ten Boys Who Lived on the Road from Long Ago to Now (1885) and The Stories Mother Nature Told Her Children (1889). ONE of my greatest delights while a pupil at Miss Andrews’ school-and I remember my attendance there as one long delight-was the coming of December 1st, her birthday and mine. It was her custom to celebrate the birthdays of her scholars by allowing them to select in part the lessons and exercises for the day, a joyful privilege which was of course shared by all, though the pride of planning with her the session of our double anniversary was mine alone. All the birthdays were occasions to remember, for the final hour was pretty sure to be given up to a story…