Books with author Margaret Tolland

Excerpt from Mr. Tommy Dove: And Other StoriesThe apothecary shop in Old Chester stood a little back from the street. There was a garden in front of it, but the fence which inclosed it was broken in places, so that an envious hand, had any such been known in Old Chester, could easily have broken off a cluster of cinnamon roses, or grasped a stately stem of tall white lilies.The shop itself was but the square front room of Mr. Tommy Dove's old stone house. One of the windows had been cut down to make a door, so that customers might not wear out the white-and-gray oil-cloth in his mother's entry; and the two front doors, side by side, were per haps more of a distinguishing feature than the small pestle and mortar, which, suspended by wires from an upper window, had long ago given to the wind and rain whatever gilding they pos sessed.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.

Excerpt from The Iron WomanHer foreboding was tempered by a giggle and by the deepening dimple in her cheek, but all the same she sighed with a sort of impersonal regret at the prospect of any unpleasantness. It would be too bad if I got mad; wouldn't it? She said thoughtfully. The others looked at one another in consternation. They knew so Well what it meant to have Elizabeth mad, that Nan~ nie Maitland, the Oldest of the little group, said at once, helplessly, Well.Nannie was always helpless with Elizabeth, just as She was helpless with her half-brother, Blair, though She was ten and Elizabeth and Blair were only eight, but how could a little girl like Nannie be anything but help less before a brother whom She adored, and a wonderful being like Elizabeth - Elizabeth! Who always knew exactly what she wanted to do, and who instantly got mad, if you wouldn't say you'd do it, too; got mad.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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Excerpt from Mr. Tommy Dove: And Other StoriesThe apothecary shop in Old Chester stood a little back from the street. There was a garden in front of it, but the fence which inclosed it was broken in places, so that an envious hand, had any such been known in Old Chester, could easily have broken off a cluster of cinnamon roses, or grasped a stately stem of tall white lilies.The shop itself was but the square front room of Mr. Tommy Dove's old stone house. One of the windows had been cut down to make a door, so that customers might not wear out the white-and-gray oil-cloth in his mother's entry; and the two front doors, side by side, were per haps more of a distinguishing feature than the small pestle and mortar, which, suspended by wires from an upper window, had long ago given to the wind and rain whatever gilding they pos sessed.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.

Helena Richie leaves a drunken husband, who had killed their child, and goes to Old Chester with her friend Lloyd Pryor. Most believe the newcomers Helena and Lloyd are brother and sister, and Helena adopts a homeless boy, David, who had been a ward of the town's minister, Dr. Lavendar. Helena's true husband dies, but Lloyd Pryor, now tired of Helena, refuses to marry her. Helena confesses to the minister about her actual relationship with Pryor, and Dr. Lavendar forces her to give up her son. Helena agrees, certain that she is an unfit mother. Helena pleads her case and fights for her maternal rights. It was first published in installments in Harper's Monthly from January through July 1906. A 1909 Broadway play starred Margaret Anglin and a 1916 silent film starred Ethel Barrymore.

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The Awakening of Helena Richie tells the story of a new resident coming to Old Chester, and discovering the moral double standard to which women are held in rural America. ---Excerpt--- Goliath's selfishness carried them home and landed Dr. Lavendar at his own fireside, rather tired and full of good intentions in regard to calls. He confided these intentions to Dr. William King who looked in after supper to inquire about his cold. "Cold? I haven't any cold! You can't get a job here. Sit down and give me some advice. Hand me a match first; this ragamuffin Danny has gone to sleep with his head on my foot, and I can't budge." The doctor produced the match; "I'll advise you not to go out in such weather. Promise me you won't go out to-morrow." "To-morrow? Right after breakfast, sir! To make calls on the people I've neglected. Willy, how can I find a home for an orphan child? A parson up in the mountains has asked me to see if I can place a little seven-year-old boy. The child's sister who took care of him has just died. Do you know anybody who might take him?"