Category: Novels

When she came home from college

“WELL, this is cheerful!” cried the Infant, as she stepped briskly into the room where the rest of the “Set” were dejectedly assembled. “What if this _is_ the last night of college! What if our diplomas _are_ all concealed in the tops of our top trays! Can’t this crowd be orig...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I

“WELL, this is cheerful!” cried the Infant, as she stepped briskly into the room where the rest of the “Set” were dejectedly assembled. “What if this _is_ the last night of coll...

2. CHAPTER II

THE Overland Passenger was clanking its way across the prairies of the middle West. Barbara, sitting on one of the stuffy red-plush seats, pressed her face against the window-pa...

3. CHAPTER III

IT was eight o’clock on a warm morning in June, a few days after Barbara’s return. She rose from the table, where she had been breakfasting in solitude, and sought her mother.

4. CHAPTER IV

MAUD S. lengthened her measured tread an infinitesimally small distance, in response to the doctor’s impatient command. But she did it sorrowfully, and with the air of yielding...

5. CHAPTER V

THERE were two newspapers in Auburn. The “Transcript” was one of the oldest newspapers in the middle West, and it well upheld the dignity of its years. It was Republican as to p...

6. CHAPTER VI

IT was eleven o’clock in the morning, and Barbara threw herself into the hammock on the porch, every nerve in her body tingling with fatigue. In a chair near by sat the Kid, dri...

7. CHAPTER VII

THE Kid stamped loudly up the piazza steps, and trotted through the house to find Barbara. His infant intellect, assisted by the pangs of his stomach, assured him that it was pa...

8. CHAPTER VIII

The doctor thrust two large hands inside of her gown, in the man’s way, using them as fulcrums over which to pull the fragile fabric with all the force of two strong thumbs. “Pr...

9. CHAPTER IX

THE alarm-clock under Barbara’s pillow sent forth a muffled rattle, like a querulous old woman with tooth-ache, complaining from beneath her bandages. The girl turned over in be...

10. CHAPTER X

DEAR LITTLE DAUGHTER,—You don’t know how nice it is to be able to write a letter all by one’s self. Dictating a letter to your home people is like eating by proxy.

11. CHAPTER XI

“THE lion is the beast to fight, He leaps along the plain: And if you run with all your might, He runs with all his mane. I’m glad I’m not a Hottentot, But if I were, with outwa...

12. CHAPTER XII

THE Grafton children stood in a row, watching their father and Barbara establish David in the big Morris chair, on the occasion of his first trip downstairs. Joy and awe were st...