The Girl That Was Not Pretty [189?]
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Title
The Girl That Was Not Pretty [189?]
Description
This story titled "The girl that was not pretty" is an early story written by a young Frances Parkinson Keyes. This story can be compared to her later fictional works to identify the development and growth she went through as a writer. This story is written with ink on lined paper with red string used as a binding.
Creator
Frances Parkinson Keyes
Source
From the collection of Frances Parkinson Keyes Papers, Special Collections, University of Vermont
Date
1895?
Contributor
Digitized, transcribed, and encoded by Brodey Lajoie
Relation
First draft of a short story written by a young Frances Parkinson Keyes
Format
Handwritten Document bound with string
Language
English
Type
Image
Coverage
American Northeast
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Although it was the first of June, it was a cold, rainy, clearless sort of night, and Blake lighted a fire, and sat down to smoke. He had dined early- if taking a meal at memorial may ever be called “dining”- and there seemed to be very little to do. Gerald, his roommate, brother and chum, all in one, was dining in honor with a pretty and flirtatious young maiden, the latest of his numerous “crushes”; and when Gerald was out, the other fellows rarely came to the room.
Edward picked up a novel of Meredith’s, glanced through the introduction, [100] read the last chapter, and put it down again. He liked Meredith; there was something about the slowness, the dignity, and the intricacy of the style which appealed to him perhaps because he was slow and dignified and intricate himself. Gerald was a great deal better-looking and brighter and more popular. Girls always liked Gerald, and Gerald always liked girls; girls never liked Edward, and he always realized it, and in time, had never liked girls, but now a wholly
[ Inserted under the line “Gerald was a great deal better-looking” is the sentence “ He made the football team and the crew and belonged to all the clubs and was invited to all the dinners and dances that the girls they knew gave”]
Edward picked up a novel of Meredith’s, glanced through the introduction, [100] read the last chapter, and put it down again. He liked Meredith; there was something about the slowness, the dignity, and the intricacy of the style which appealed to him perhaps because he was slow and dignified and intricate himself. Gerald was a great deal better-looking and brighter and more popular. Girls always liked Gerald, and Gerald always liked girls; girls never liked Edward, and he always realized it, and in time, had never liked girls, but now a wholly
[ Inserted under the line “Gerald was a great deal better-looking” is the sentence “ He made the football team and the crew and belonged to all the clubs and was invited to all the dinners and dances that the girls they knew gave”]