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It was early autumn in the Finland forest by the lake. Gold glistened from the underbrush, from the great beds of bracken, from the shining birches, from the paler aspens, and even from the prized rowans and juniper trees. On one side where the forest grew thinner, there was a glimpse of marshy land where big whortleberries grew in profusion. Around this marshy spot a tiny path led to a succession of fields in some of which were grazing cattle, in some, queer tall haystacks, and in two smaller ones, grain still uncut.

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"Now it is really time to get ready, is it not, Miss Green?" exclaimed Edith, looking up at the clock for the twentieth time during the last half-hour, and breaking off in the middle of the list of English kings and queens which she was trying to commit to memory. Which king came after Henry III., in that far-away time, seemed a small matter compared to the outing which she and her governess had planned to enjoy on the river that lovely afternoon.

Blanche McManus (1870-1935) was an American author. She studied in London and Paris, and returned to the U. S. in 1893 where she established a studio in Chicago. By 1895, she was authoring and illustrating a series of children’s books, including The True Mother Goose (1895), The Voyage of the Mayflower (1897) and How the Dutch Came to Manhattan (1897). In those same years, she was producing illustrations for other authors’ books, often working on three or four books at one time. Around 1900, she travelled with writer and husband, Francis Miltoun, throughout Europe and North Africa. Their collaboration led to a series of travel books, fully illustrated by McManus including Romantic Ireland (1904). Her other works include: Our Little English Cousin (1905), Our Little French Cousin (1905), Our Little Scotch Cousin (1906), Our Little Dutch Cousin (1906), Our Little Hindu Cousin (1907), Our Little Egyptian Cousin (1908), Our Little Belgian Cousin (1901) and The American Woman Abroad (1911).

You have often heard people speak of the Emerald Isle. When you have asked where it is and why it is so called, you have been told it is only another name for that small island to the northwest of the continent of Europe called Ireland. The rains there fall so often, and the sun shines so warmly afterward, that Mother Nature is able to dress herself in the brightest and loveliest of colours. The people there are cheerful and good-natured. They are always ready to smile through their tears and see the funny side of every hardship. And, alas! many things have happened to cause their tears to flow. They have suffered from poverty and hunger. Thousands of them have been forced to leave parents and friends, and seek a living within the kindly shores of America. America is great, America is kind, they may think, but oh! for one look at the beautiful lakes of Killarney; oh! for a walk over the green fields and hills of the Emerald Isle. And oh! for the chance to gather a cluster of shamrock, the emblem of dear old Erin.

It was early autumn in the Finland forest by the lake. Gold glistened from the underbrush, from the great beds of bracken, from the shining birches, from the paler aspens, and even from the prized rowans and juniper trees. On one side where the forest grew thinner, there was a glimpse of marshy land where big whortleberries grew in profusion. Around this marshy spot a tiny path led to a succession of fields in some of which were grazing cattle, in some, queer tall haystacks, and in two smaller ones, grain still uncut.