Katie Robertson A Girls Story of Factory Life

A NEW DEPARTURE. «But, mother, it isn't as if I were going away from home, like the Lloyd girls; you might have a right to cry if that were the case.» «I know, dear; it's all right, and I ought to be very thankful; but I'm a foolish woman. I can't bear to think of my little girl, whom I have guarded so tenderly, going among all those girls and men, and fighting her way in life.» «I don't think I shall be much of a fighter,» laughed Katie, looking at her diminutive hands;