Sweetapple Cove by George van Schaick
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Upon the porch were a few feeble geraniums, and some nasturtiums and
bachelor's buttons twined themselves hopefully on strings disposed for them. At the sound of our footsteps the door was quickly opened. A young woman appeared but the light was behind her and her features were not very distinct. "Couldn't you get him?" she cried, in sore disappointment. "Yes, ma'am. That's what I went for," said Sammy. "I telled yer I'd sure bring him, and here he be." I had come nearer, and then, I am afraid, I somewhat forgot my manners and stared at her. CHAPTER IV _From Miss Helen Jelliffe to Miss Jane Van Zandt_ _Dearest Aunt Jennie_: I did try so hard to get you to come on this cruise with us. You said you preferred remaining in Newport to sharing in a wild journey to places one has never heard of, and now I am compelled to recognize your superior wisdom. I wish we had never heard of this dreadful hole. I am now reduced |
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