Juliette Low: Girl Scout Founderby Helen Boyd Higgins, Cathy Morrison
Over two million Girl Scouts worldwide owe their membership to its founder, Juliette Low—a woman who, as a girl growing up in the post–Civil War South, refused to accept that girls couldn’t do everything boys could. Whether angrily defending her friend against taunts of schoolmates or rescuing a kitten from the highest branches of a tree, Low
Over two million Girl Scouts worldwide owe their membership to its founder, Juliette Low—a woman who, as a girl growing up in the post–Civil War South, refused to accept that girls couldn’t do everything boys could. Whether angrily defending her friend against taunts of schoolmates or rescuing a kitten from the highest branches of a tree, Low possessed the spirit and strength of character that would lead her in adulthood to act as a world-famous advocate for girls. Children will experience Low’s joy at the gift of her very own horse, feel her excitement at attending her first dance, and share her frustration with being thrust in to the role of a well-behaved 19th-century young lady who would rather have been riding, creating sculptures, or climbing.
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“Fine illustrations by Cathy Morrison enhance the appeal of this story.” —Foreword magazine
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Girl Scout Founder
By Helen Boyd Higgins, Harold Underdown, Cathy Morrison
Patria Press, Inc.Copyright © 2003 Estate of Helen Boyd Higgins
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The Little Rebel
The morning sun peeped through a tall window in one of the big front bedrooms of the William Gordon home in Savannah, Georgia. It touched the eyes of the two little sisters sleeping in a high four-poster bed.
Daisy, who was not quite five, woke at once and sat up. She heard her mother talking in a low voice to the nurse.
"I hope the children sleep late," she was saying. "We'll never leave if I have to answer Daisy's questions."
Daisy slid out of bed and ran into the hall. She left seven-year-old Nellie still asleep.
"What questions will I ask?" she demanded.
"Oh, Daisy, are you up?" said Mrs. Gordon. "What an early bird you are! Come with me so we won't wake Nellie and baby Alice."
She led Daisy to her own room and closed the door. She tucked her into her own bed and sat beside her.
"Now, Daisy Dee, I'm going to tell you something very exciting," she began. "You know that General Sherman and his Yankees captured our city of Savannah last week, don't you?"
"Of course I do," answered Daisy. "I know all about our War between the States. I know that Papa is fighting for the Con-fed-er-a-cy — that's the South. I know that my three uncles, your brothers, Mamma, are fighting for Mr. Lincoln — that's the North. I know our soldiers are called Rebels and wear gray uniforms. The enemies wear blue uniforms. They are mean old Yankees and I hate them."
Daisy stopped to take a breath. Mrs. Gordon was sorry to learn that her middle-sized daughter knew so much about the war. She had tried to keep the war away from her little girls. "You were born just when the cruel war was beginning, dear," she said. "That was in 1860, and now it's 1865. Oh how I pray it may end soon!"
"I know some people say you're a Yankee, Mamma," said Daisy. "That makes me and Nellie awful mad. I tell them you're the rebelest Rebel in the South, even if Grandma and Grandpa Kinzie do live in Chicago. I tell them that when you married Papa that made you want to be a Rebel. That's so, isn't it, Mamma?" (Image 1.1)
"Of course, dear. Now let me tell my news," said Mrs. Gordon. "General Sherman has ordered all women and children out of Savannah. When he came to see us the other day ..."
"Why did you let him, Mamma?" cried Daisy. "That's why people think we're Yankees. I wish I hadn't eaten that old sugar he gave me and Nellie. But it was good and I never saw sugar before."
"Now, Daisy, let me talk, dear," said Mrs. Gordon. "When General Sherman was here I asked permission to go through his lines to visit our Southern soldiers. I wanted to see Papa. The general said I might and gave me a pass. I saw Papa last night."
"You went right through the Yankee army? You saw Papa and we didn't? That wasn't fair," cried Daisy. "Is he coming home right away? Tell me quick."
"I will, Juliette, if you'll just be quiet," said Mrs. Gordon.
Daisy put her hand over her mouth and nodded. When Mamma called her by her real name she knew she must listen.
"Papa wants you and Nellie and baby Alice and me to go on a long visit to Chicago, to see Grandpa and Grandma Kinzie. We'll go on a boat to New York and then a train from New York to Chicago. We are going today!"
Daisy couldn't speak for a second. She had so many questions she didn't know which to ask first. Just then the door opened and Nellie came in. She was still yawning but she quickly woke up at the news. When the nurse came in a minute later with two-year-old Alice in her arms, Nellie was almost as excited as Daisy.
"Weren't you scared when you went right through the Yankee lines?" she asked. "Weren't you afraid they might shoot you, Mamma?"
"No, dear. I couldn't have gone North without seeing Papa. I wanted to be sure that his wound was healing," Mrs. Gordon answered. "Now, Daisy, once Nurse has you ready to go, you must keep clean. Liza Hendry is washing your other dress now. Mose has gone to tell your Aunt Margaret, and I'm sure the children will all come back here with her. Then you and Nellie can tell them the news."
Mose, Nurse and Liza Hendry were former slaves. Until 1863, when all the slaves were set free under the Emancipation Proclamation, the Gordon family had owned them, and they had to work as their servants. They had also taken care of Captain William Gordon, the children's father, when he was a little boy.
Aunt Margaret Anderson's family arrived almost at once. There were five Anderson children. The youngest, Randy and Sadie, were Nellie's and Daisy's best friends.
The Andersons had already had their meager breakfast. They waited in the parlor while the Gordons ate theirs. Nellie and Daisy went to eat their little bowls of mush. Madam Gordon, Papa's mother, was already at the table in her high-backed chair.
"You should have milk and sugar to eat with your mush," she said. "But all we have must go to our brave Southern soldiers, if the Yankees don't get it first. You gobbled up the sugar which that Yankee general gave you."
"Are you going to Chicago with us, Grandma?" Daisy suddenly asked.
"No, Juliette," said Grandma. "It would take more than an upstart Northern general like William Tecumseh Sherman to get me away from my home."
"But you think it best for us to go, don't you, Mother Gordon?" said Mamma in a worried voice.
"Whatever your husband thinks best is right, Eleanor," said the old lady. "The children need food. They can get very little here."
Suddenly Daisy began to sniff the air like a puppy. "Smell!" She slipped off her chair. "Come on, Nellie, Liza's cooking something special."
All seven cousins raced down into the kitchen in the cellar.
"You all mind me and come in on your toes," whispered Liza Hendry, the cook. "Walk light now. I'm going to show you my cake. Don't any of you dance or cut up. Mind!"
One after the other they tiptoed across the wide kitchen to the big iron stove.
"You get right back of me, Miss Daisy, honey," whispered the old woman. "Now stop breathing, all of you."
She carefully opened the stove door. "There now, isn't that pretty?" she said proudly.
"What did you say it was, Liza Hendry?" whispered Nellie.
"A cake, Miss Nellie," said the cook. "It's got a whole egg in it and a cup of sugar! I unburied the sugar, and Mose, he picked up that egg."
"Is cake good to eat?" asked Daisy.
Liza Hendry threw up her hands over her head. "Just listen to you. Almost five years old and you don't know what a cake is," said Liza Hendry. "No wonder my family looks like plucked chickens. No biscuits, no butter, no cream, no cake, no nothing, because the Yankees came to Georgia."
"Liza Hendry, what does this mean?" said Mrs. Gordon sharply from the doorway. "Are you wasting sugar on a cake when our soldiers need every bit we can find a way to take to them? Where did you get it?" (Image 1.2)
Liza Hendry put her hands on her hips and her eyes flashed. "Don't you tell me anything about my kitchen, Miss Eleanor! I buried that sugar away from the Yankees. And I unburied that sugar for a teeny-weeny cake for my going-away family."
Mrs. Gordon had sudden tears in her eyes. She patted Liza Hendry on the shoulder.
The children looked at one another and ran back upstairs. "I know how mad Liza Hendry can get all of a sudden," Nellie said, "but I never heard her speak like that to a grownup."
Mrs. Gordon soon came up the stairs smiling and sent them all running errands for her up and downstairs and in and out of doors.
No one saw Daisy slip out of the house alone, heading for the playhouse.
The neighborhood playhouse was under the spreading branches of a giant pittosporum bush near a live oak tree. There were two little pretend rooms under the bush. Elizabeth, Daisy's doll, and Ophelia, Nellie's doll, were in one of the rooms.
She carried Ophelia carefully because Nellie was always so careful with her. But she gave Elizabeth's cracked face a big kiss and then tucked her carelessly under her arm.
As she started slowly back to the house, she realized that she would not see home again for a long time. From where she stood she could see her own bedroom window above a magnolia tree. Smoke was coming out of the chimneys of the three cabins in which Nurse, Liza Hendry, and Mose lived. Daisy walked to the small iron gate and had a good swing back and forth.
Then she hurried on to the house. She had a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes.
When she came into the hall she heard Randy Anderson talking to Nellie.
"Only Yankees eat like that," he was saying. "But then I guess you all are Yankees now. At least Aunt Eleanor probably is. General Sherman came to see her."
He could say no more. Daisy had butted him in the stomach. He doubled up. Then he sat down hard and tried to defend himself from her fists and feet.
"Take that back!" she shouted. "My mamma is the rebelest Rebel in the whole world and you know it, Jefferson Randolph Anderson! You know Mr. Yankee Sherman came to see her because he is friends with Grandpa Kinzie in Chicago. You know we hate Yankees!"
"My, my, what's going on?" asked Liza Hendry, as she came panting up the stairs. "You know I don't hold with fighting, Miss Daisy. Get yourself right up from there. Now we're goin' to eat the little cake. Miss Nellie, you're the smart one. You count and see how many pieces I'm going to need to cut. It ain't bigger than my hand, that cake ain't. Baby Alice wants a piece too."
Nellie was pleased. She counted everyone — six Andersons, four Gordons, Mose, Nurse and Liza Hendry herself.
Daisy nibbled a little bit off the top of hers and put the rest into her pocket. She always saved a bit of something she really liked for another time.
"There's the livery-stable carriage," called Nellie. "Oh, Mamma, we can't go in that! Look at that awful horse. You can see its ribs."
The Gordons and Andersons had given all the best horses to the Southern army long ago.
"Poor thing, it's just hungry!" said Daisy.
The whole group went down the walk together. Randy stuck close to Daisy's side.
"Don't get to liking Yankees, Daisy," he whispered. "Of course I won't," answered Daisy. "Not unless I want to."
Mose soon had the few bags in the carriage. He helped the family into their seats — all but Daisy. Daisy was missing.
"She was feeding my horse something," said the old driver. "Here she comes now."
"I just gave him what was left of my cake," said Daisy, skipping up to the carriage. "He said 'thank you.' He told me that he gets mighty hungry now the Yankees have come to town."
The rickety old carriage started. No one looked back, but Daisy hung out as far as she could, looking forward.
"I'm going to be the first one to see the boat," she called to Mrs. Gordon.CHAPTER 2
Up in Yankee Land
The trip north was very hard for everybody. There was hardly a day of the long voyage to New York when anyone could go out on deck because of the storms and the cold January wind.
The train ride from New York to Chicago was long and dirty.
Grandpa and Grandma Kinzie met the little family at the station. Then everyone felt better.
Grandma was short and roundfaced with twinkling blue eyes. Grandpa was tall and thin with dark eyes like Nellie's and Daisy's.
Soon they were all tucked under warm buffalo robes in Mr. Kinzie's carriage. A fine team of brown horses carried them rapidly along the cobblestone streets and dirt roads. Soon they reached his farm — a square, comfortable-looking house facing Lake Michigan. (Image 2.1)
"Whoo-woo!" Grandpa shouted. "We're here."
Bridget, the cook, and a big Saint Bernard dog came hurrying down the walk together.
"Oh, you beautiful!" squealed Daisy, running to meet the dog. "I didn't know there was a dog to play with, Grandpa. What's his name?"
"Duke," said Bridget. "And I know your name. It's Daisy."
Daisy had to stand on tiptoe to reach Duke's collar.
"It's amusing to see a little thing like Daisy not afraid of a dog like Duke," said Mr. Kinzie proudly. "Has she seen one like him before?"
"She isn't afraid of anything at all," said Nellie. "She can climb right up on top of the barn at home and not fall off."
"Sort of like her mamma," Grandpa chuckled.
Inside the house was warm and cozy. There was a huge fireplace in the snug sitting room. A big fire roared up the chimney. As soon as their coats were off, Bridget brought in some hot milk and the cookie jar.
Daisy, who had been looking at everything in the room, hurried back to the fireplace. "Me first!" she cried. "Do the cookies have faces, Bridget?"
"Tut-tut," said Grandma. "Grownups first, my child." She smiled over her steel-rimmed glasses at Daisy.
"No, us first," said the little girl. "We're the hungriest."
"I'm afraid they're spoiled, Mother," said Mrs. Gordon. "We've had so little food for so long that children always come first."
"I'd forgotten, dear," Grandma said. "Nellie, you may pass the jar to all of us. You are the oldest."
Daisy was angry. She stood with her hands behind her back and watched Nellie pass the cookie jar. When it came her turn she put both her hands in the jar at once.
"I'll have the most anyway." She giggled. Daisy Gordon could never stay angry for any length of time.
"Don't eat too many," said Bridget. "I'm going right now to put my biscuits in the oven. We're going to have fried chicken, Miss Nell."
"We'll go with you," said Daisy. "Come on, Nellie."
Duke followed them. Baby Alice began to cry. Daisy flew back to her and took her hand.
"Don't you cry, Alice, sister is going to take you too," she said.
When supper was ready, the older girls sat on top of a big book which he had put on their chairs. Allie was almost asleep on her mother's lap. Duke lay on the floor near his new friend.
The biscuits were just in front of Daisy. She reached for two and gave one to Nellie.
"Let's fold our hands first while Grandpa says grace," said Grandma.
"Oh, Mother, I'm afraid we've left so many of the nice things out of their training since the war began. It's good we came here for a while," said Mamma.
Nellie and Daisy folded their hands as the grownups had. But they peeked out while Grandpa spoke to see what everyone was doing.
"It's just like Sunday school," Daisy whispered.
Such a supper! There was fried chicken and biscuits and gravy and milk and jelly and apple pie. Nellie and Daisy could eat very little. But they tasted everything.
"It's better that way, Papa," explained Mrs. Gordon. "Their stomachs are so shrunk from lack of food that they have no room for more now, but they'll soon clean up their plates."
For some time Grandma had been watching Daisy. She saw her slip a biscuit, a chicken leg and then her piece of pie into her lap. She guessed that the food was for Duke.
"Child, why are you doing that?" she finally asked. "Bridget feeds Duke in the kitchen. And he doesn't like pie."
"It's not for Duke. It's for Papa. I'm going to send it to him," Daisy explained. "I don't know how I'll get it to him in the Rebel army, but I'll find a way."
"Oh, if we only could." Her mother sighed.
By the time supper was over the travelers were all yawning.
"I'm going up those stairs I saw in the sitting room and see where our bed is," said Daisy.
"Come on, Nellie! Come on, Duke! You come too, Mamma, and bring Allie."
Before the grandfather clock struck seven the Gordons were all tucked in warm feather beds.
"I just love Grandpa and Grandma and Bridget and Duke," said Daisy sleepily to her sister by her side. "They aren't real Yankees at all."CHAPTER 3
"The Ground is Covered with Sugar"
Before she had her eyes open the next morning Mrs. Gordon heard Daisy screaming. She jumped out of bed and met Grandpa and Grandma in the hall.
"What can have happened?" said Mrs. Kinzie. "Maybe the poor child had a bad dream."
Just then Nellie and Daisy rushed out of their room. "Mamma! Mamma! Mamma!" they cried. "The ground is covered with sugar."
"We're going right out and get lots of it to eat," said Nellie. "And, Mamma, we're going to send lots and lots of it home to everybody."
The grownups began to laugh. Mrs. Gordon put her arms about the two shivering little girls and led them downstairs into the warm sitting room. They ran to the window.
"Look, Mamma! You can't see anything but sugar," said Daisy.
"Children, that is snow," explained Mrs. Gordon. "Don't you remember I told you what fun it was to make a snowman at Grandpa's? We had a heavy snowstorm in the night. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Are you sure, Mamma?" said Nellie. "It looks just like the sugar General Sherman gave us."
"There's Duke playing in it. Dress us quick so we can play with him," said Daisy, jumping up and down.
"Honey, it's so cold out there you'd freeze in your light clothes," said Mrs. Gordon. "You'll have to wait until I can buy you some warm ones."
"I don't know about that, Nell," said Grandma, with twinkles in her blue eyes. "Shut your eyes tight, children, and count to a hundred. Don't you peep."
Excerpted from Juliette Low by Helen Boyd Higgins, Harold Underdown, Cathy Morrison. Copyright © 2003 Estate of Helen Boyd Higgins. Excerpted by permission of Patria Press, Inc..
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Meet the Author
Helen Boyd Higgins (18921971) was the author of numerous books for children about famous Americans, including Alexander Hamilton, Stephen Foster, and Noah Webster. She lived in Indianapolis, Indiana. Cathy Morrison is the illustrator of Ignacio's Chair and the Young Patriots series. She is a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators and Picturebookartists.org. She lives in Denver, Colorado.
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