Books with author Elia Wilkinson Peattie

This children's book is from 1915. There are two earlier books if you choose to read them in order: - Azalea, the Story of a Girl in the Blue Ridge Mountains (1912) - Annie Laurie and Azalea (1913) ............................................................................... Excerpt - Chapter I: Grown Girls Tennyson Mountain, N. C, October 6. Carin, dear and far: So you are back at your beloved Vassar! Does it seem as wonderful as it did last year? Or more so? More so, I expect. You were a little lonely and strange last year, you know. But now it will be different. The girls will seem like old friends to you now that you are coming back to them. But, Carin, girl, they cannot possibly be such old friends as I am, or as Annie Laurie is. Don't dare to like one of them better than you like us. I can imagine, and really spend too much time imagining, just how lovely and cultivated and surprising some of them are. But, please, aren't some of them quite stupid, too? I hope so. Annie Laurie hopes so. We want still to be the brightest stars in your sky. Lest you should think we are not, we keep polishing ourselves. Annie Laurie, when she is not attending to her dairy, will take university extension work. And I, your own ever adoring, ever grateful Azalea, will keep hammering away at the books that dear Barbara Summers lends, and Keefe O'Connor sends down from New York, and those that your own library at the Shoals furnishes. I have the heart to read, Carin, but not the time. That's the truth. Or, come to think of it, perhaps it is a matter of eyelids. I have a queer, self-closing pair. If they would stay up after nine o'clock at night I could learn some- thing. But, no, they appear to be attached to a wheel or a ratchet in the clock, and when nine strikes, down they go and down they stay. What can I do? Nothing, except kiss dearest Mother McBirney good night, trying not to yawn in her face as I do it, and after paying my respects to Father McBirney and " brother " Jim, slip away up to my darling loft. Now, there, Carin! You see I'm nicer than your other friends, more unusual and surpris- ing. (You told me the last time I saw you that you liked your friends to be unusual and sur- prising.) Well, have you any other friend who goes up to her bedroom by means of an outside pair of stairs and who sleeps in a loft, with a tame bat for company? You have not, Carin Carson, and you know it. And, Oh, how I love it! Shall I ever have another room I love so well? The soft noises of the night come purling down into it like a stream. The stars of the northern sky shine into it. The mountain-side is like a green curtain hanging before it. When I get up in that little room, my doors and win- dows wide to old Mount Tennyson's whispering side, I seem to find my real self. Everything slips away from me except the night and myself and — and God. Chapters: I. Grown Girls II. New Relations III. Own Folk IV. Madam Grandmother V. Mallowbanks VI. My Ball VII. Getting Settled VIII. The Portrait IX. Grandmother's Story X. " The Waters of Quiet " XI. A Friend XII. A Travel Log XIII. Crossroads XIV. " Where There Is a Will " XV. "Ring, Happy Bells ............................................................................... About the Author: Born in the Gilded Age, Elia W. Peattie stood at the door of the Progressive Era and held it open for a new generation of women who would continue to seek careers, gain universal suffrage for women, promote birth control, and fight vice, filth, corruption, ugliness, ignorance, and exploitation. Her intellectual background, her use of irony and humor, her ability to employ various genres and literary approaches, and her undaunted "imper

Excerpt from Painted WindowsAnd over what roads! Now it was a strip of corduroy, now a piece of well graded elevation with clay subsoil and gravel surface, now a neglected stretch full of dangerous holes; and worst of all, running through the great forests, long pieces of road from which the stumps had been only partly extracted, and where the sunlight barely pene trated. Here the soaked earth became little less than a quagmire.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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A vivacious tale of a woman in which Peattie has effectively expressed that Nature can capture a man’s most innate ideas and feelings. The woman who is captivated by the splendor around her and artificial life-style of cities is compared with the heartwarming experience of the one living close to nature. The portrayal of rustic life is picturesque and fascinating!Elia Wilkinson Peattie (January 15, 1862 – July 12, 1935) was an American author, journalist and critic.

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