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It was one of those afternoons in late April which are as mild and balmy as any June day. The air was full of the chirps and twitters of nest–building birds, and of sweet indefinable odors from half–developed leaf–buds and cherry and pear blossoms. The wisterias overhead were thickly starred with pointed pearl–colored sacs, growing purpler with each hour, which would be flowers before long; the hedges were quickening into life, the long pensile willow–boughs and the honey–locusts hung in a mist of fine green against the sky, and delicious smells came with every puff of wind from the bed of white violets under the parlor windows.

It was one of those afternoons in late April which are as mild and balmy as any June day. The air was full of the chirps and twitters of nest–building birds, and of sweet indefinable odors from half–developed leaf–buds and cherry and pear blossoms. The wisterias overhead were thickly starred with pointed pearl–colored sacs, growing purpler with each hour, which would be flowers before long; the hedges were quickening into life, the long pensile willow–boughs and the honey–locusts hung in a mist of fine green against the sky, and delicious smells came with every puff of wind from the bed of white violets under the parlor windows.

It was one of those afternoons in late April which are as mild and balmy as any June day. The air was full of the chirps and twitters of nest–building birds, and of sweet indefinable odors from half–developed leaf–buds and cherry and pear blossoms. The wisterias overhead were thickly starred with pointed pearl–colored sacs, growing purpler with each hour, which would be flowers before long; the hedges were quickening into life, the long pensile willow–boughs and the honey–locusts hung in a mist of fine green against the sky, and delicious smells came with every puff of wind from the bed of white violets under the parlor windows.

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Clover is the fourth book in the popular What Katy Did series. After Katy’s wedding, the focus shifts to her little sister Clover. Their brother Phil encounters serious illness in the winter, and Dr. Carr sends him with Clover to the mountains of Colorado. Clarence Page, their naughty cousin from the other books, lives nearby. He is a rancher now with an attractive English partner, Geoff Templestowe, whom Clover falls for.

Clover is the fourth book in the popular What Katy Did series. After Katy's wedding, the focus shifts to her little sister Clover. Their brother Phil encounters serious illness in the winter, and Dr. Carr sends him with Clover to the mountains of Colorado. Clarence Page, their naughty cousin from the other books, lives nearby. He is a rancher now with an attractive English partner, Geoff Templestowe, whom Clover falls for.

Clover – In this sequel to What Katy Did Trilogy, Clover Carr (Katy's sister) is now grown up and after Katy's marriage, she is left to take care of his ailing brother “Little Phill” in the mountains of Colorado. Luckily for the home-sick Clover her cousin Clarence Page also lives there with his partner Geoff Templestowe and young love blossoms between Geoff and Clover! Susan Coolidge, pen name of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey (1835–1905), was an American children's author who is best known for her Katy Carr Series. The fictional Carr family of this series was modeled after Woolsey's own family and the protagonist Katy Carr was inspired by Woolsey herself; while the brothers and sisters “Little Carrs” were modeled on her four younger siblings.

It was one of those afternoons in late April which are as mild and balmy as any Juneday. The air was full of the chirps and twitters of nest-building birds, and of sweetindefinable odors from half-developed leaf-buds and cherry and pear blossoms. Thewisterias overhead were thickly starred with pointed pearl-colored sacs, growing purplerwith each hour, which would be flowers before long; the hedges were quickening intolife, the long pensile willow-boughs and the honey-locusts hung in a mist of fine greenagainst the sky, and delicious smells came with every puff of wind from the bed of whiteviolets under the parlor windows.

It was one of those afternoons in late April which are as mild and balmy as any June day. The air was full of the chirps and twitters of nest-building birds, and of sweet indefinable odors from half-developed leaf-buds and cherry and pear blossoms. The wisterias overhead were thickly starred with pointed pearl-colored sacs, growing purpler with each hour, which would be flowers before long; the hedges were quickening into life, the long pensile willow-boughs and the honey-locusts hung in a mist of fine green against the sky, and delicious smells came with every puff of wind from the bed of white violets under the parlor windows.Katy and Clover Carr, sitting with their sewing on the door-steps, drew in with every breath the sense of spring. Who does not know the delightfulness of that first sitting out of doors after a long winter’s confinement? It seems like flinging the gauntlet down to the powers of cold. Hope and renovation are in the air. Life has conquered Death, and to the happy hearts in love with life there is joy in the victory. The two sisters talked busily as they sewed, but all the time an only half-conscious rapture informed their senses,–the sympathy of that which is immortal in human souls with the resurrection of natural things, which is the sure pledge of immortality.