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Edith Bancroft
Edith Bancroft was an American writer known for her popular early 20th-century juvenile fiction. She authored several books, with "Jane Allen: Right Guard" and the "Jane Allen" series being among her most recognized works. Her stories typically revolved around the lives of young women, emphasizing themes of friendship, self-reliance, and moral growth. Bancroft's writing was part of a broader trend in children's literature aimed at providing positive role models for young girls.
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CHAPTER I THE GET TOGETHER. The late September day waved back at Summer graceful as a child saying goodbye with a soft dimply hand; and just as fitful were the gleams of warm sunshine that lazed through the stately trees on the broad campus of Wellington College. It was a brave day—Summer defying Nature, swishing her silken skirts of transparent iridescence into the leaves already trembling before...
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CHAPTER I DAY DREAMS "Come out of your day dream, Janie, and guess what I have for you." Hands behind him, Henry Allen stood looking amusedly down at his daughter. Stretched full length in a gaily striped hammock swung between two great trees, her gray eyes dreamily turned toward the distant mountain peaks, Jane Allen had not heard her father's noiseless approach over the closely clipped...
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