The little girl looked up into her father's face to see if he was "making fun." He did sometimes. He was beginning to go down the hill of middle life, a rather stout personage with a fair, florid complexion, brown hair, rough and curly, and a border of beard shaved well away from his mouth. Both beard and hair were getting threads of white in them. His jolly blue eyes were mostly in a twinkle, and his good-natured mouth looked as if he might be laughing at you. She studied him intently. Three months before she had been taken to the city on a visit, and it was a great event. I suspect that her mother did not like being separated from her a whole fortnight. She was such a nice, quiet, well-behaved little girl. Children were trained in those days. Some of them actually took pride in being as nice as possible and obeying the first time they were spoken to, without even asking "Why?" The little girl sat on a stool sewing patchwork. This particular pattern was called a lemon star and had eight diamond-shaped pieces of two colors, filled in with white around the edge, making a square. Her grandmother was coming to "join" it for her, and have it quilted before she was eight years old. She was doing her part with a good will. Certainly children are dressed prettier nowadays. The little girl's frock was green with tiny rivulets of yellow meandering over it. They made islands and peninsulas and isthmuses of green that were odd and freaky. Mrs. Underhill had bought it to join her sashwork quilt, and there was enough left to make the little girl a frock. It had the merit of washing well, but it gave her a rather ghostly look. It had a short, full waist with shoulder straps, making a square neck, a wide belt, and a skirt that came down to the tops of her shoes, which were like Oxford ties. Though she was not rosy she had never been really ill, and only stayed at home two weeks the previous winter at the worst of the whooping-cough, which nobody seemed to mind then. But it must have made a sort of Wagner chorus if many children coughed at once.

Reproduction of the original: A Little Girl in Old New York by Amanda M. Douglas

This diary describes the memories of the author as a ten year old girl growing up in New York City from August 1849 through June 1850. She relates wonderful stories of people and places of old New York as seen through the eyes of a child.

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Amanda M. Douglas' novel 'A Little Girl in Old Pittsburg' offers readers a glimpse into the past through the eyes of a young protagonist, Charity Ritter. The book beautifully captures the everyday life of a young girl living in 19th century Pittsburgh, highlighting themes of family, community, and societal norms. Douglas' writing style is eloquent and heartfelt, creating a vivid picture of the time period and allowing readers to truly immerse themselves in Charity's world. The novel is a valuable piece of historical fiction that provides insight into the daily struggles and triumphs of individuals during this era. With its attention to detail and engaging storyline, 'A Little Girl in Old Pittsburg' stands out as a notable work of literature. Amanda M. Douglas, a prolific American author known for her historical fiction and children's books, draws inspiration from her own experiences growing up in Pennsylvania. Her deep understanding of the region's history and culture shines through in this captivating novel, making it a must-read for history enthusiasts and fiction lovers alike. I highly recommend 'A Little Girl in Old Pittsburg' to anyone interested in exploring the complexities of life in 19th century America through the eyes of a young girl.

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