Category: Novels
CHAPTER PAGE I. A COUNTRY CHILD 1 II. BIRD CORNERS 16 III. IN MAKE-BELIEVE 37 IV. THE DARK O’ THE YEAR 57 V. PREMONITIONS 81 VI. BEFORE THE DAWN 115 VII. SPRING MAGIC 126 VIII. BLACKBIRD DIPLOMACY 150 IX. THE PROOF OF COURAGE 169 X. THE ROUTING OF UNCLE JASON 186 XI. WHERE THE...
Promptly at five David drove round with Peggy, his favorite mare, her beautiful head held as high as Caro’s own, and as free from torments of check-rein and blinders. She shone...
11. Part 11“You’re the darlingest mother! If you weren’t, I’d be ashamed to tell you. Mammy Lil, I’ve wished sometimes I could murder myself, this last year; I’ve been so cross. It began l...
9. Part 9_May 25th._ A golden day, after a night of drenching rain. The sky is like October, and under it the winds are at play. And why, when sunshine fills the world, should one suffer...
4. Part 4How much longer she would have stayed there I don’t know. Her voice, near and strident as it was, was drifting off into a world that seemed far away, when the door opened with s...
3. Part 3For weeks after the children left I enjoyed being alone, and the freedom from effort which it brought. But as the winter wore on, the loneliness proved a lure to introspection a...
5. Part 5“Bob White is laying siege to Cousin Jane’s favor, Davy, dear,” I said, using the baby name he still loves in our private talks. “She has sold him her good-will for a four-cours...
10. Part 10“Milly told him what she had said to Cousin Jay, and they fixed everything in two minutes. Milly won’t write a word to Cousin Grace, because she’s just obliged to stay with old...
2. Part 2“Oh, of course. But let it be our house—not Great-aunt Virginia’s. You may really build it any way you please if only you will have porches enough, and so many windows that wher...
1. Part 1CHAPTER PAGE I. A COUNTRY CHILD 1 II. BIRD CORNERS 16 III. IN MAKE-BELIEVE 37 IV. THE DARK O’ THE YEAR 57 V. PREMONITIONS 81 VI. BEFORE THE DAWN 115 VII. SPRING MAGIC 126 VIII....
6. Part 6Only, sometimes I can’t manage them, and I don’t know why. They sweep over me like the waves of the sea, and trample me like wild horses. It isn’t often like that; but when it i...
7. Part 7_April 5th._ Caro is in the window-seat, feather-stitching the missionary petticoats, with one eye on the birds in the yard. The jays have always roused her special ire; and yes...
12. Part 12She was in high good humor, and evidenced it by a peck on my cheek and the remark that I must be getting better, for I really didn’t look so very many years older than I was. Sh...