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Excerpt from DallyShe was one who said She was bound to do good if it killed her. She would allow paupers from the almshouse, who were long ing for a change, to come to her house and make long visits. What she endured with some of them she never told any one. The ut most she was ever heard to say on the subject was after a particularly trying visitation, when she remarked that she had made up her mind that there was generally a reason why folks come on to the town; it wa'n't all misfortune; there was some deviltry mixed up with it.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 Katharine North: A NovelTill thy glory, Till thy glory, Without Cloud in heaven we see. And sung triumphantly on' to the end.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 Roweny in Boston: A NovelSometimes she was asked if she had ever been in Boston. She always replied° No, but she had been in Providence.It seemed to her that the fact of her having seen the capital of Rhode Island would in a way establish her as a traveller, and would atone for her not being familiar with Boston. Her Uncle George had taken her to a restaurant in Provi dence and they had each had an oyster stew. She often mentioned this stew as being one of the most delicious dishes she had ever tasted.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 In the First Person a NovelIt was so hot that, as father said, jest to stand still and think made a feller sweat. The leaves on the maples in our yard did not move, but the poplars Showed the white under - Side of their foliage even without any wind; and that was a Sign of rain.I had read a little poem about the poplar's leaves, and I felt like quoting it, but I held my tongue.The tree-toads were making their bubbling noise; there was one on the Side of our chopping-block under the brakes. He was near enough for me to see his little gray Shape as I stood behind mother on the porch.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 Against Human Nature: A NovelShe was hurrying along the road with her shawl wrapped so closely about her that her thin shoulders, with their sharp bones, were defined so plainly that one could not help being sorry for her.Her shawl was striped blue and white, the blue having gone into the white and the white into the blue on that occasion. Long ago, when its owner tried the experiment of washing the garment.She always said she guessed she made a mistake in put tin' sody into the water, but she shouldn't make the same mistake again there was that much about it.She wore a black straw hat with What was called a dish brim. This brim made an excellent shade now over the upper half of her face. Only the narrow chin and small mouth were in the sunlight. This light revealed relentlessly the two long wrinkles, one on each side of the mouth, and the sagging of the cheeks which begins to come soon after middle age. Where is the patent-medicine man who will take away that last dreadful Sign of the years from the aging woman? In doing that he will seem to annihilate time, and will also become fabulously rich.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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There was one large wicker chair on the piazza, and in the chair sat a girl. It was a spacious piazza, the roof of which was supported by gnarled tree-trunks, the bark and the knots carefully preserved so as to look "rustic." The deep eaves drooped in a rustic manner also, and there were trumpet-vines and wistaria, and various other creeping things of the vegetable world, wandering about in a careful carelessness, like the hair of a woman when it is dressed most effectively.The lawn swept down rather steeply and stopped suddenly against a thick stone wall that was covered with ivy.On top of this wall, ruthlessly trampling back and forth on the leaves, was a small boy dressed in the fashion of a member of the navy. His blue pantaloons flapped very widely at the ankles, and were belted about him by a leather belt on which was the word "Vireo," in gilt letters; his brimless cap was tipped perilously on that part of his head where the warm affections used to be located in the days of phrenology. On this cap also appeared the word "Vireo," in gilt. This figure, outlined as it was against the bright blue of the sky, had the effect of not being more than about sixteen inches long. And in truth Leander Ffolliott was very small for his age, which was ten years and five months. He did not feel small, however; his mind might suitably have inhabited a giant's frame, so far as his estimation of himself and the Ffolliott family generally was concerned. But the rest of the family did not always agree with him in this estimation, and at such times of disagreement the boy was given to screaming and kicking until the air round about this summer residence resounded, and seemed actually to crackle and glimmer in sympathy with the mood of Leander.Just now he had stopped in his trampling of the ivy leaves. He was standing with his legs wide apart, and was bending forward somewhat, stirring with a stick something on the top of the wall in front of him. His atom of a face was screwed up, his lips sticking out,