Queechy by Susan Warner
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Slowly and lingeringly they moved away.
The roses could not be sweeter to any one. Queechy. Chapter I. A single cloud on a sunny day When all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear, When skies are blue and earth is gay. Byron. Come, dear grandpa!--the old mare and the wagon are at the gate--all ready." "Well, dear!"--responded a cheerful hearty voice, "they must wait a bit; I haven't got my hat yet." |
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