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id: 20260
author: Sitwell, Florence Alice
title: Daybreak: A Story for Girls
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words: 8409
sentence: 447
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Mother Agnes' tenderness to poor Kate almost exceeded her tenderness to the dying child, but Kate made no response to it. The days had seemed months since poor Kate was missed, and this first news of a girl who might possibly turn out to be Kate, had made Mother Agnes hurry up to town by the night train, quite forgetting that she could not disturb St. Thomas' Hospital with inquiries at such an early hour.


id: 702
author: Young, Martha
title: Somebody's Little Girl
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words: 9651
sentence: 444
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Not until all of Bessie Bell's little blue checked aprons, and all of her little blue dresses, and all of her little white petticoats, and all of her little white night-gowns, and even the tiny old night-gown with the linen thread name worked on it, had been put with all the rest of her small belongings into the old trunk with brass tacks in the leather, the old, old trunk that had belonged to Sister Helen Vincula, did Bessie Bell know that it was herself, little Bessie Bell, who was going away Somewhere. But we do not know how long it was before Bessie Bell really understood that the Wisest Woman in the world, who knew what little girls had almost forgotten how to remember, was her own Mother.


id: 5970
author: Rice, Alice Caldwell Hegan
title: Lovey Mary
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words: 22669
sentence: 1515
flesch: 91
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summary:
  When Lovey Mary stumbled over the Hazy threshold with the sleeping Tommy and the duck in her arms, Miss Hazy fluttered about in dismay. Lovey Mary crushed the letter in her hand; she would not give it to Miss Hazy.


id: 26543
author: Cobb, Ernest
title: Clematis
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words: 24902
sentence: 2376
flesch: 103
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summary:
  Miss Rose had asked Mrs. Snow if she might take care of her, for she had come to love little Clematis, and Clematis loved her in return. Dear Priscilla: You have taken such a fancy to little Clematis that we hope other children may like her, too.


id: 14475
author: Abbott, Jacob
title: Mary Erskine
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words: 39323
sentence: 1938
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Thus the baby was never called Mary, but always Mary Bell, and the little nursery maid was always known as Mary Erskine. When Mary Bell became old enough to run about and play, Mary Erskine became her playmate and companion, as well as her protector.


id: 20379
author: Müller, George
title: A Narrative of Some of the Lord's Dealings with George Müller. Part 1
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words: 84214
sentence: 3882
flesch: 78
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summary:
  May we not belong to those who say and write continually,' Lord,' 'Lord,' but who have Him not deeply in their hearts. Lord, when saw we Thee an hungered, and fed Thee? or thirsty, and gave Thee drink?


id: 13997
author: Whitney, A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train)
title: Real Folks
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words: 90318
sentence: 4768
flesch: 85
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summary:
  Dorris kept her little room, and was neighborly as heretofore; but she was busy with her music, and had little time but her evenings; and now there was nobody to walk home with Desire to Shubarton Place, if she stayed in Aspen Street to tea. Do you remember the story Luclarion used to tell us of when she and her brother Mark were little children and used to play that the looking-glass-things were real, and that two children lived in them, in the other room, and how we used to make believe too in the slanting chimney glass?


id: 22148
author: Müller, George
title: A Narrative of some of the Lord's Dealings with George Müller. Part 3
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words: 99381
sentence: 4488
flesch: 79
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summary:
  Lord�s day. How truly precious, to see thus so manifestly the hand of God day by day stretched out on our behalf! Feb. 20.


id: 26522
author: Pierson, Arthur T. (Arthur Tappan)
title: George Müller of Bristol, and His Witness to a Prayer-Hearing God
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words: 138622
sentence: 5091
flesch: 68
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summary:
  Such love is benevolence rather than complacence, and so it is of God, for He loveth the unthankful and the evil: and he that loveth is born of God and knoweth God. The well-known autobiography, entitled Narrative of the Lord's Dealings with George Muller, had been, and was still being, so greatly used by God in the edification of believers and the conversion of unbelievers that I hesitated to countenance any attempt to supersede or even supplement it.


id: 20245
author: Müller, George
title: A Narrative of Some of the Lord's Dealings with George Müller. Part 4
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words: 162760
sentence: 9832
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Lord help me, not only to trust in Thee more and more, but also to love Thee more and more, seeing that Thou dost condescend to use such a poor sinful servant! My assurance has been more and more increasing that God will build for Himself a large Orphan-House in this city, to show to the inhabitants, and to all who may read and hear about it, what a blessed thing it is to trust in Him.--Of late I have seen, by God's grace, more and more, how entirely unworthy I am of being used by God for this glorious and honourable service, and I can only say, Lord here is thy servant, if thou art pleased to use such a one as I am.


id: 27288
author: Müller, George
title: The Life of Trust: Being a Narrative of the Lord's Dealings With George Müller
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words: 161111
sentence: 6601
flesch: 74
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summary:
  While reading the account about the centurion and the raising from death of the widow's son at Nain, I lifted up my heart to the Lord Jesus thus: Lord Jesus, thou hast the same power now. Lord, do with me as seemeth thee best!


