Category: Novels
The Lowest Rung Together with The Hand on the Latch, St. Luke's Summer and The Understudy
When first I knew Aunt Emmy I suppose she was about twenty-eight. I was ten, and I thought her old, but still an agreeable companion, infinitely pleasanter than her father and her brother, with whom she lived. She was not my real aunt, but her father was my great-uncle, and I...