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id: 13997
title: Real Folks
author: Whitney, A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train)
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  "It looks as if it were meant, Luclarion," said Mrs. Ripwinkley, at "If you once begin to alter, you''ve got to make all over," said Mrs. Ledwith, a little fractiously, putting the scissors in with "The girls get it; we have to live in our children," said Mrs. Megilp, self-renouncingly. "I asked Mrs. Mig," Desire pursued, "and she said some people''s part "You might live all your days here," said Mrs. Ledwith to her Then Kenneth Kincaid said,--"Miss Desire, why won''t you come and come right up stairs, with her little petticoats and things to work "But the little children, Miss Craydocke," said Mrs. Ripwinkley. "I guess I know, mother," said Hazel, a little while after this, one "I don''t think Uncle Oldways minded much," said Mrs. Ledwith to "And the ''little round Godamighty in the middle of it,''" said Mrs. Ripwinkley, her face all bright and her eyes full of tears.


id: 14762
title: Now or Never; Or, The Adventures of Bobby Bright: A Story for Young Folks
author: Optic, Oliver
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  XVII.--In which Tom has a good Time, and Bobby meets with a "I am under very great obligations to you, young man," continued Mr. Bayard, grasping Bobby''s hand. Bobby''s mother, thought it was a very comfortable house, and considered What Bobby intended to do the reader shall know in due time. "The books are at the express office, I suppose," said Bobby, turning "You should not have run, Bobby," said the little maiden when he placed "I know I can make twelve dollars a week," replied Bobby, confidently, "I have got a little money for you, Squire Lee," continued Bobby, Tom assured him that he meant to reform and be a good boy; and Bobby "Where are you going, Tom?" asked Bobby, a little surprised at these "Got off slick--didn''t I?" said Tom Spicer, placing himself by Bobby''s IN WHICH TOM HAS A GOOD TIME, AND BOBBY MEETS WITH A TERRIBLE


id: 19473
title: Now or Never; Or, The Adventures of Bobby Bright
author: Optic, Oliver
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  Bobby Bright is a smart boy; perhaps the reader will think he is In which Tom has a good Time, and Bobby What Bobby intended to do the reader shall know in due time. "The books are at the express office, I suppose," said Bobby, turning "I know I can make twelve dollars a week," replied Bobby, confidently, "Come, cheer up, mother; it is all right," said Bobby, in his usual "The book business is good just now, isn''t it?" continued Bobby, "I have got a little money for you, Squire Lee," continued Bobby, Tom assured him that he meant to reform and be a good boy; and Bobby "Where are you going, Tom?" asked Bobby, a little surprised at these "Got off slick--didn''t I?" said Tom Spicer, placing himself by Bobby''s IN WHICH TOM HAS A GOOD TIME, AND BOBBY MEETS WITH A TERRIBLE


id: 20025
title: Pirate Gold
author: Stimson, Frederic Jesup
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  captain passed young Bowdoin he said, in very good English, "You look account at the Old Colony Bank; and James Bowdoin''s Sons continued to "Jamie McMurtagh is not my father," said Mercedes. "Poor old Jamie!" said Mr. James to his father. "It''s for Mr. Bowdoin''s private ear, Mr. James," said Jamie testily. discontented look in Mercedes'' lovely face went to Jamie''s "Jamie," said old Mr. Bowdoin, "our business is going away. gentlemen, if nothing more," said he; and "Ah, Jamie," was Mr. Bowdoin''s reply, "it''s all dirty coal-barges now; the old house would "Jamie has not asked me to have him taken back," said Mr. Bowdoin. "Jamie," said Mr. Bowdoin, "I should like to make a little present to The next morning Jamie went to old Mr. Bowdoin''s office, at an hour "McMurtagh will never come back to the bank," said old Mr. Bowdoin But old Jamie had looked up to her, and said only, "Mercedes!"


id: 19736
title: Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo''s
author: Hope, Laura Lee
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  said Laddie, after watching Rose and Russ a bit. "Are you sure it was a little child you heard calling?" asked Mrs. Bunker, overtaking the four children. "Russ, Rose, Laddie, Vi, Mun Bun--Where is Margy?" she suddenly Each of the men Mr. Bunker asked said he had not seen the little lost "We are looking for my little girl," said Mr. Bunker. "Where was she?" asked Mrs. Bunker, as she saw her lost little girl. put her in some hiding-place, as you do your bones," went on Aunt Jo. Alexis waved his big tail, sniffed at Rose''s doll, and then barked "What are Mun and Margy Bunker doing?" asked Vi. CHAPTER VI "Well, then that''s a sure sign he was pleased," said Aunt Jo. Margy and Mun Bun had been partly dried off in time for lunch, and the "You have to thank Margy and Mun Bun for them," she said to Russ, Rose


id: 19718
title: The Bostonians, Vol. II (of II)
author: James, Henry
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  Miss Chancellor," Verena added, with just a perceptible air of feeling "Well, if I don''t tell Olive, then you must leave me here," said Verena, At this moment a gentleman made his way through the clusters of Mrs. Burrage''s guests and presented himself to Olive. "Don''t fear, Miss Tarrant, she shall be satisfied," Ransom said, with a "I thought that you might mean Verena," said Mrs. Luna casually. Basil Ransom was the person she had least expected to meet at Mrs. Burrage''s; it had been her belief that they might easily spend four days "Why, Olive Chancellor, what do you think?" Verena asked, feeling now completely miss Basil Ransom, was easier than to tell Olive just now aware of more things than I." And Olive had to believe this, as Mrs. Burrage held up, smiling, her intelligent, proud, good-natured, said Mrs. Luna; and Ransom too, by this time, had placed the young man


id: 19717
title: The Bostonians, Vol. I (of II)
author: James, Henry
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  The people who had just come in were Doctor and Mrs. Tarrant and their daughter Verena; he was a mesmeric healer and she was She had been diverted again, after her greeting with Doctor and Mrs. Tarrant, by stopping to introduce the tall, dark young man whom Miss knew his cousin, Miss Chancellor, whom he indicated, beside Mrs. Farrinder; _she_ believed, on the contrary, in wonderful times (she "Ah, well, I see you are drawing her out," said Miss Birdseye to Mrs. Farrinder; and at the idea that this process had been necessary Basil Greenstreet." Miss Birdseye presented her companion; she was sure Mrs. Farrinder would be interested; she wouldn''t want to lose an opportunity, "Mother told me I had better come right in," said Verena, looking now hand to Verena and said, "Good-bye, Miss Tarrant; are we not to have the "I can''t tell what you like," Verena said, still looking into Olive''s


id: 20765
title: Diary of Anna Green Winslow, a Boston School Girl of 1771
author: Winslow, Anna Green
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  twelve to-day; with truth and justice could Anna say, "Aunt says I _Anna''s grandfather, John Winslow the fourth, was born in Boston. _We know little of the last years of Anna Green Winslow''s life. Winslow[5] of Boston, their son & daughter, Master Daniel Mason (Aunt may give my old black quilt to Mrs Kuhn, for aunt sais, it is never I keept Christmas at home this year, & did a very good day''s work, aunt I went to see Aunt Storer yesterday afternoon, & by the way Unkle Storer writing school, & wrote two pieces, one I presented to aunt Deming, and But my aunt says that a Miss of 12 year''s old cant 18.--Spent the days at aunt Storer''s, the nights at home. Aunt at Mrs Green''s, over the way, yesterday towards evening, I took a As Anna Green Winslow spent so much of her time in her "Aunt


id: 28267
title: Venus in Boston: A Romance of City Life
author: Thompson, George
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  "Poor thing!" exclaimed the little old man when she had concluded her By this time the eccentric but kind old man had placed upon the table "Keep the money, my poor girl," rejoined the young lady, with a look of "Sit down, young ladies, and I will call Mr. Tickels down," said the old "Come, Miss," said the old wench, addressing Fanny, with a grin that was "My charming little girl," said he, raising her hand to his lips--"how "Not a word, sir, not a word," said the little old gentleman, "all your "Jew Mike has put this old white man under my charge," said he, "for a Tears stood in the eyes of the good old man, as he uttered these words; We have seen in what manner Jew Mike escaped from the house of Mr. Goldworthy, bearing off the insensible form of Fanny Aubrey; but as the


id: 29199
title: The Siege of Boston
author: French, Allen
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  The men who, whether in America or England, took sides with the king or The better class of Boston citizens at once, in a town meeting called Boston town meeting, going in eleven chaises to Bernard at his country no doubt that from this time Adams did work for the one great end. "Samuel Adams used to tell me," said John Coffin, a Boston Tory, committees, watching affairs and at any time ready to act, were new. Naturally composed of the best men in each town, they would at all times The news of the Tea-Party came to England at a time when king and towns in a general provincial congress, to act upon public matters in In fact, many of the Boston young men left the town before hostilities following days men from the more distant towns came in, until before suffered in Boston by prisoners taken at Bunker Hill, Washington wrote


id: 18153
title: Oscar The Boy Who Had His Own Way
author: Aimwell, Walter
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  Alfred and Oscar--A brave speech for a little fellow--Going home. the errand-boy--Thanksgiving week--A busy time--Oscar''s experience as "Yes," said Oscar, for in replying to his mother, of late, he had The school hour was at hand, and Oscar was obliged to start as soon as "Let''s go, Oscar," said Alfred; and both boys ran for the coach, the "Why, mother," said Oscar, "Alf is n''t a bad boy, and I never heard "There, that will do, Oscar," replied Mrs. Preston, "You''ve said enough "You have got a bad cold, Oscar," said Mrs. Preston one evening towards "Well," said the doctor, turning to Mrs. Preston, when Oscar got "Perhaps we ''ll go to-day," said Oscar; "it looks as though it were "Father," said Jerry, "I and Oscar--" "Well, come to think of it, I suppose it is good," said Oscar; "for our "So have I," said Oscar; "I should like to have you show me a boy


id: 18555
title: A Chance Acquaintance
author: Howells, William Dean
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  In these circumstances it was pure zeal that sustained Mrs. Ellison in the flattering constancy with which she babbled on to Mr. Arbuton and refrained from openly resenting Kitty''s contumacy. "I don''t like to see these things," said Mrs. Ellison. "Why, I don''t know," said Kitty, "there was that little settlement round off the table, and Mrs. Ellison said, "Why, Kitty!" But nothing more was "Light reading for leisure hours, Fanny," said Kitty, looking askance at at a window looking upon the convent garden, where it happened to Mr. Arbuton, descending from his attic chamber, to find Kitty standing, a "What I want to know, _now_," said the colonel, as soon as Kitty would But if you like it better, I''ll come and sit by you," said Kitty, "Of course it isn''t," said Mrs. Ellison; and Kitty, who had been Mrs. Ellison and Kitty did not know, and Mr. Arbuton did not know, as


id: 23786
title: A Little Girl in Old Boston
author: Douglas, Amanda M.
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  Betty gave her half a dozen hugs between times, and Mrs. Leverett smiled when Doris glanced her way. new home," said Uncle Winthrop to Doris. Little James took a great liking to his shy cousin Doris, and helped her Uncle Winthrop came over one day and took the children and Betty to see "Now run and bundle up well," said Uncle Win. Miss Recompense seemed to know a good deal about little girls, if she "This is the little English cousin, Doris Adams," said Uncle Win, "and "This is Doris Adams, a little girl who came from England not long ago. Doris wondered what a redoubt was, but she saved it to ask Uncle Win. She gave a sigh to think what an ignorant little girl she was. "No," said Uncle Win. Betty came over the next morning to spend the day and help Miss


id: 27732
title: City Crimes; Or, Life in New York and Boston
author: Thompson, George
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  ''Unfortunate man,'' said Sydney, in accents of deep pity--''I feel for went to their sleeping places; the Dead Man, the boy and the stranger, ''Hush,'' said Frank--''I am the man who accompanied you thro'' the Vaults considerable distance, the Dead Man suddenly paused, and said to Frank-The Dead Man lay motionless upon the carpet, and Frank began to fear ''Come with me,'' said the lady, ''to a private room, for I wish to converse husband, the Dead Man, would return in an hour from that time. ''It is the hour appointed for the return of the Dead Man!'' said our hero Frank had anticipated that the Dead Man would enter the house through ''I''ve news to tell you, Mike,'' said Pete--''the Dead Man has somehow or After Mr. Hedge had taken his leave, the Dead Man entered the room with grasped the Dead Man''s hand, and said--


id: 22626
author: Sprague, Charles
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  Come, round this place your influence shed; She trod the shore with girded heart, Where liberty''s glad race might proudly come, Shall other ages come to keep the day. Here shall the dwellers of the land be seen, Nor here alone their praises shall go round, Broad as the empire of the free shall spread, Far as the foot of man shall dare to tread, To mark this day we gather round, Shall not one line lament that lion race, A voice comes forth, ''tis from the dust-There time-crowned columns stand on high, Shall link him to a future age, The Pilgrim race revered! no, never--ne''er shall die, Leave to the heart, to Heaven, the rest. Yet o''er the record shall the patriot bend, In that far day?--O what shall be, And men unborn shall tread above our dust? That time shall never shake; To guard and guide the Pilgrim''s land.

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  An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, at the Centennial Celebration of the Settlement of the City


id: 154
title: The Rise of Silas Lapham
author: Howells, William Dean
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  "I guess you wouldn''t want my life without the money," said Lapham, as doctor could be got at, he said that but for Mrs. Lapham''s timely care, "There''s got to be something besides money, I guess," said Mrs. Lapham, "All right, Silas," said Mrs. Lapham; "I suppose you know what you''re "Well, I guess that wouldn''t be their way," said Mrs. Lapham; she did "I shall certainly speak to Tom when the time comes," said Mrs. Corey. "I fancy that''s the way with the Lapham family," said the young man, you never said a word to Mr. Corey to let him know the way you feel." "Do you know what your father''s wanting to do now?" Mrs. Lapham asked He said yes, he believed that Mrs. Lapham and the girls were going. "I guess your mother wants to see you upstairs," said Lapham, looking


id: 33
title: The Scarlet Letter
author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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  "Dost thou know me so little, Hester Prynne? sport for her, did little Pearl look into her eyes, and smile. child stood still and gazed at Hester, with that little laughing "Art thou my child, in very truth?" asked Hester. "No, my little Pearl!" said her mother; "thou must gather thine "My poor woman," said the not unkind old minister, "the child "Come up hither, Hester, thou and little Pearl," said the the minister, with his hand over his heart; and Hester Prynne, "Minister," said little Pearl, "I can tell thee who he is!" All this while Hester had been looking steadily at the old man, "My little Pearl," said Hester, after a moment''s silence, "the "Dost thou know, child, wherefore thy mother wears this letter?" day, Hester took little Pearl--who was necessarily the companion "Come, my child!" said Hester, looking about her from the spot There stood Hester, holding little Pearl by the hand!


id: 624
title: Looking Backward, 2000 to 1887
author: Bellamy, Edward
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  "As no such thing as the labor question is known nowadays," replied Dr. Leete, "and there is no way in which it could arise, I suppose we may men, the great corporations had taught the people an entirely new set day, men were bound to lay up goods and money against coming failure of "Please look at to-day''s music," she said, handing me a card, "and tell "The broad shoulders of the nation," said Dr. Leete, "bear now like a "Surely I told you this morning, at least I thought I did," replied Dr. Leete, "that the right of a man to maintenance at the nation''s table No man of his time did so much as he to turn men''s minds to the "That went before my day, but I remember hearing about it," said Dr. Leete, when I alluded to the fact at the breakfast table.


id: 11120
title: Hurrah for New England! Or, The Virginia Boy''s Vacation
author: Tuthill, Cornelia L. (Cornelia Louisa)
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  When I got to the place, I found every thing in confusion, and Dr. Medway talking very earnestly with brother Clarendon, who was looking "You got yours for economy, did you not, boy?" said brother to David. "No, don''t mind them, my fine fellow," said Old Jack, the same man who fishing, and I think we shall soon know pretty well the history of each You must not think, from what I say of David, that New England boys are David will be a good man one of these days, and would be better now if Clarendon says that Captain Cobb showed himself a brave man, and David cousin Pidgie, for David never looks astonished at any thing, and has so "That''s a nobleman I never heard of," said old Jack, laughing at David''s looking at David and myself, "are, I doubt not, the little friends that


id: 34944
title: Brenda, Her School and Her Club
author: Reed, Helen Leah
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  As Nora and Edith walked away, Brenda turned to Belle, in whom she "If I were you, Brenda, I''d take Julia to her room now," said Mrs. Barlow. "Yes, Brenda," said a thin-faced girl in the group back by Belle. "This is Brenda Barlow''s cousin Julia," said Nora, pleasantly. "Yes, I thought you were Brenda''s cousin," said the light-haired girl "Brenda is never ready when Julia is," said Mrs. Barlow. "It''s a good thing Edith doesn''t wish to go," said Nora; adding "Well, Julia is just the nicest girl _I_ know," said Nora, repeating the afternoon Julia heard Edith and Nora and Belle rushing up past her door "Nonsense, Brenda," she cried, "Belle said that Julia would not enjoy "Well, Nora," said Brenda, "you ought not to say anything to Belle when "Well," said Julia, "I must tell the girls, for if they should let Mrs. Rosa have even a little of the money----"


id: 35337
title: Miss Theodora: A West End Story
author: Reed, Helen Leah
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  Miss Theodora heard Ernest''s account of the affair with mixed feelings. else wears," sighed poor little Ernest one day, as he asked his aunt why For Miss Theodora had given Ernest a basement room to work in, Mrs. Stuart Digby scarcely approved Kate''s fondness for Miss Theodora and more in things outside the house, Miss Theodora and Kate drew nearer "Well, you can turn it into fun, but you know what I mean," said Ben. For like many another young man, he felt that tenderly bred women Ernest went off to his work, while Miss Theodora, still sitting before To keep Ernest from thinking much about money matters, Miss Theodora had "But, Ernest," said Miss Theodora, "if you do not want to be a lawyer "Oh, I still expect Ernest to be a great man," said Miss Theodora, a Ernest than of Miss Theodora.


id: 36196
title: Boston Neighbours In Town and Out
author: Poor, Agnes Blake
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  "Why not?" said Mrs. Williams, opening her great eyes with such an air boy and girl, beautiful little creatures, but they looked rather "Dear Katharine, I am so glad!" said Mrs. Underwood; "I thought you Mother thought that if I came down, Mrs. Underwood would ask me to visit "It isn''t likely that he ever asked one before," said Mrs. Freeman, with "Oh, I don''t know, my dear," said poor Mrs. Carey, looking helplessly mother--of course I know Mrs. Van Voorst--a little." "It''s too bad the girls are all engaged," said the simple-minded Mrs. Freeman; "he won''t have any partner." Carey, Mr. Van Voorst;--I think you know my mother and Mrs. Allston." "She is a sweet little thing," said Mrs. Wilson, who was present, though "Poor little things!--they need training," said Mrs. Manson. "I think," said Mrs. Reed, slowly, "I know a girl--a very pretty


id: 36133
title: Brenda''s Ward A Sequel to ''Amy in Acadia''
author: Reed, Helen Leah
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  Brenda thought this a good time to ask Martine to explain her prejudice For the Christmas holidays Lucian and Martine joined Mr. and Mrs. Stratford in New York. On account of Martine''s growing fondness for Priscilla, Mrs. Stratford was anxious to have the two households on more intimate terms. "Good-bye, Martine," said Priscilla, as they parted at the corner below "We''ll soon know, Martine," said Priscilla, following the two others up "But I thought Angelina said she had sold two hundred tickets, Martine." When Mrs. Stratford and Martine first took possession of Brenda''s little "Lucian made a short stay," said Mrs. Stratford when Martine told her But as the long June days wore away, Martine had little time for "Martine," said Mrs. Stratford, "I hope that Priscilla will visit you; "Tell her, Clare, about the little boy," said Martine. "Martine," said Mrs. Stratford, two or three days after Elinor''s


id: 38490
title: And So They Were Married
author: Kingsley, Florence Morse
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  "I was a very different girl at eighteen from what Lizzie is," Mrs. Carroll said warmly. dear little hypocritical grandma!" she said; "you know perfectly well "What does the young man think of Elizabeth?" asked Mrs. Carroll with a home with Elizabeth after church, and twice Mrs. North, in the kindness On the following day Elizabeth North encountered Miss Tripp on the Elizabeth wondered what Miss Tripp could possibly have said about her to "We''ll do the very best we can, dear," Mrs. North said after a "I agree with you there, Lizzie," said Mrs. Carroll, eyeing her "I''ve shopped in Boston for years," said Mrs. North, with a show of "It is _so_ sweet of you to think of poor little me, dear Mrs. Carroll," "Oh, I''m not a bit worried about _Sam_," said Mrs. North; "I know enough "I am Mrs. Brewster." Elizabeth told him.


id: 38417
title: Curiosities of History: Boston, September Seventeenth, 1630-1880
author: Wheildon, William W. (William Willder)
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  Another curious description of Boston is given in Wood''s "New England''s ground in King Street," near the old State House. undertake to set up a ferry betwixt Boston and Charlestown, and shall Noddle''s Island, says, "Winisemet Ferry, both to Charlestown and Boston, History of New England," as a part of it is called), says, "Charlestown, Wood, in speaking of Boston in 1639, says, "This place hath very good "the first General Court or meeting of the whole company at Boston, 19 streets, places, &c., only three Indian names are to be found, namely, naming of streets, places, taverns, trades, &c., in Boston, before King In naming the streets, as we have said, there were local, personal, and Remarks on the State of BOSTON, the _Chief Town of New England_ and of the "The Name of the City from that day, shall be THE LORD IS THERE." Boston:


id: 37981
title: May Flowers
author: Alcott, Louisa May
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  sad; but Mamma said it might do us good to know something of the hard times other girls have," said Anna, soberly; for she was a thoughtful Happy Dodd did when she once began, and she was only a poor little girl and, taking the things I bought, went home to talk it over with Mamma. "It would have done your hearts good, girls, to see those poor old faces was the day you girls came in and bought our goods, and I peeped at you Children''s Hospital, and soon loved to help amuse the poor little dears. "The poor little thing came and stood at my knee, without stirring, She does her best, loves the girls, and works hard at the only my way home, and told him to come to our house and get an old coat Mamma house, ''If the little girls who want to help the world along would


id: 37335
title: Brenda''s Bargain: A Story for Girls
author: Reed, Helen Leah
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  "Come, come, Maggie," said Brenda gently, when she found the girl still that Maggie might go home she asked the little girl to meet her at the turn the head of almost any little cash-girl, and Maggie could hardly "I''m sure, Miss," said Mrs. McSorley when Brenda had finished her story, "Oh, that reminds me, Brenda, Maggie has come," said Miss South. "I wish that Maggie were as pretty as Concetta," said Brenda, in a tone "What is the matter, Maggie?" asked Julia, while Nora and Miss South Haleema, the little Syrian girl, who was helping Maggie in her Gretchen," urged Miss Julia, and the little girl began timidly,-"Tell me, Miss Soddern," said Julia, after introducing Brenda to the Julia and Miss South thought it well for the girls to visit in little spring, and Brenda said that in accompanying Miss South and the girls on


id: 41524
title: Marion Berkley: A Story for Girls
author: Comins, Elizabeth B. (Elizabeth Barker)
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  "Marion," replied Miss Christine, in a quiet, but reproving tone, "I do Marion made no reply, and Miss Christine sat down and commenced talking Mrs. Berkley had requested, when Marion entered Miss Stiefbach''s school, "Well, Marion, I don''t know what you will do next," said Miss Christine; "Well, Sarah," said Miss Christine, who could not resist joining Marion Marion!" exclaimed Miss Christine, looking from one to the "Well, Marion and Sarah," said Florence, "I think you''re both perfect "Sallie, do you know where Miss Christine is?" asked Marion, as they met "Marion, what an expression!" said Miss Christine, as she sat in "Well now, Miss Christine," said Marion, "if you are ready, I''ll go down "Oh, I don''t want to," replied Marion, much to Miss Christine''s "But, Marion," said Rachel, "don''t you suppose if they wanted to know us "Well, time will show," said Dr. Drayton; "but Rachel, if Marion Berkley


id: 38889
title: Literary Shrines: The Haunts of Some Famous American Authors
author: Wolfe, Theodore F. (Theodore Frelinghuysen)
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  Thoreau''s house, not far from the recent hermit-home of his friend Below the Thoreau-Alcott house on the village street was a prior home of Motley, Lowell, Holmes, Emerson, Hawthorne, Thoreau, and others. Hawthorne''s time stood nearest the house remain; the producers of the Hemlocks--Haunts of Hawthorne--Channing--Thoreau--Emerson, etc._ Hemlocks--Haunts of Hawthorne--Channing--Thoreau--Emerson, etc._ lived next door Hawthorne came but twice into his house: the first time Boston home of Hawthorne; to it came Emerson, Longfellow, and Whittier A modest, old-fashioned house on Beacon Street has long been the home of Lloyd Garrison spent his last years, and in this neighborhood lived Mrs. Blake, poet of "Verses Along the Way." Here also are the early home of old Salem and the scenes of Hawthorne''s early life, work, and triumph. Hawthorne and his friend lingered in summer days, we look away to Of the simple home-life at the little red house, Hawthorne''s diaries and


id: 50651
title: The Young Vigilantes: A Story of California Life in the Fifties
author: Drake, Samuel Adams
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  a boy who would run away from such a good home as Walter had, would Walter went home that night thanking his lucky stars that he had come One day Ramon, with more than ordinary cordiality, asked Walter to "All right; I understand," said Walter, walking briskly away on his look on Walter''s face, said, as he had said a hundred times before to about town, before going home," Walter replied, a word at a time. The old man waited a moment for Walter to speak, and finding that Walter, however, drew a long breath of relief as the ship moved away the jib on her; come, bear a hand!" Walter went forward with the men. Bill''s eyes were almost closed, and poor Walter''s face looked as if he Neither Walter nor Charley could have said one word for the life of "Why, no," said Charley, looking at Walter, to see how he would take


id: 44100
title: Ruth of Boston: A Story of the Massachusetts Bay Colony
author: Otis, James
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  all the people in England, if they do not know it now, will soon come savages, else the time might come when they would set about taking our new land, rather than listen to Master Winthrop, who, so mother says, having gone into the cold water heated, so my father said, for the day In time to come, so father says, we shall have chimneys built of brick of having come into this New World, where much of work is required, As I look back now upon the time when our town of Boston first came the time came when my father and mother, to both of whom God had Master Winthrop''s plantation in New Town, there to see his people at No less than twenty people from Boston, among whom were Susan''s mother Susan believes Training Day should come oftener than four times a


id: 42999
title: Old Boston Taverns and Tavern Clubs
author: Drake, Samuel Adams
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  former years had always located Cole''s Inn in what is now Merchants'' Row. Since Thomas Lechford''s Note Book has been printed, the copy of a deed, Next in order of time comes the house called the =King''s Arms=. The =Castle Tavern= was another house of public resort, kept by William The public are informed, that the Office of the New-York Mail, and Old Line Stages, is reoved from State-street, to Najor KING''S tavern near the Leave Major Hatches, Royal Exchange Coffee House, in State-Street, every morning A Light-house tavern is noted in King Street, opposite the =Ship=, corner Clark and North streets; kept by John Vyall, 1666-67; sold off parts of his estate and in 1674 he conveyed to John Wing house, his son John Wing the housing and land lying near the head of the town was licensed to keep a tavern at the North End Coffee-House.


id: 42522
author: Lawrence, Amos
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  A valued friend writes, a few days after the death of Mrs. L.: letter to his friend, President Hopkins, of Williams College, he says: The year 1833 opened with bright and cheering prospects; for, with Mr. Lawrence''s increasing strength and improved health, there seemed a Mr. Lawrence always took great delight in sending to friends and On the anniversary of his commencing his business, Dec. 17, Mr. Lawrence, as usual, reviews his past life and mercies, and adds: The enlarged Christian spirit which formed so prominent a trait in Mr. Lawrence''s character, and which enabled him to appreciate goodness your time of life, habits are formed that grow with your years. A few days afterwards, Mr. Lawrence received a letter from the parties dear friend, I bid you God-speed in the good work; and, at last, About this time, Mr. Lawrence read a small work, entitled "Life in

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  Extracts from the Diary and Correspondence of the Late Amos Lawrence; with a brief account of some incidents of his life


id: 42831
title: Love in a Cloud: A Comedy in Filigree
author: Bates, Arlo
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  "Count Shimbowski and Alice Endicott?" put in Mrs. Harbinger. "We were speaking of Miss Wentstile''s proposing to marry Alice to Count "Well, Alice," Mrs. Harbinger said, "I am glad you have come at last. Miss Wentstile could hardly finish her remarks to the air, and as Mrs. Harbinger left her to greet a new arrival the spinster turned sharply to Jack Neligage, with his eyes on Alice Endicott, had made his way over to "Miss Wentstile," the hostess said, "don''t you know Mr. Fairfield? "Mrs. Neligage has lived abroad so much," Miss Wentstile said severely, "Jack," he said under his breath, "do you believe Mrs. Harbinger wrote "I have never heard Jack say that he wished to marry her," Mrs. Neligage responded coolly. "I would like to see it," Mrs. Neligage said, extending her hand. "Go on, Mrs. Neligage, please," Alice said, quite as if she were


id: 46774
title: The Mission of Poubalov
author: Burton, Frederick R. (Frederick Russell)
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  Ashburton Place, a closed carriage left its position not far from Mrs. White''s door and followed. Mr. Pembroke turned about and saw Clara Hilman with wide-open eyes and "I read the papers," said Clara, "and I came to inquire about Ivan. "I hope, Mr. Poubalov," said Clara, with her eyes upon the card, "that The door bell rang while Poubalov was speaking and Clara heard Mrs. White pattering through the hall to answer it. "Miss Clara," said a servant at the hall door, "a man who says his name "Mr. Litizki," said Clara, at length, "I want to know all that can "Clara," said Louise, "you will not think that I have suspected Ivan "Don''t think of it, Mr. Litizki," said Clara, who was rapidly Litizki saw Clara start when Poubalov addressed her, and his hand Poubalov had said that he would call in the evening; Clara, therefore,


id: 46958
title: Little Nobody
author: Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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  "Madame''s daughter, perhaps?" said Van Zandt, looking at Remond; but "Eliot Van Zandt, at your service," he said. Mme. Lorraine looked around with a dark frown, but Van Zandt pretended Eliot Van Zandt thought of his fair, young sisters, scarcely older Carmontelle had said, laughingly, that a visit to madame and her little etc.," ran his thoughts; but Eliot Van Zandt''s took a graver turn as To return to Mme. Lorraine the night when Eliot Van Zandt lay like one They laid Van Zandt down upon a soft white bed, and Mme. Lorraine said, said Eliot Van Zandt. Sylvie Van Zandt would have said it was a humdrum life, but Eliot and Mme. Lorraine wormed Una''s story out of Mrs. Van Zandt with the "Do not look so frightened, Una, my love," he said, gently. crime, if I refuse to answer you," madame said, looking at Eliot.


id: 57669
title: The Problem of Cell 13
author: Futrelle, Jacques
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  "As little as possible," said The Thinking Machine. o''clock one week from to-night," said The Thinking Machine. "Come back to the cell," said The Thinking Machine, in the irritated The Thinking Machine raised his hand and Hatch stopped. "Do you know Mr. Weldon Henley?" suddenly asked The Thinking Machine. "Now, Mr. Hatch," said The Thinking Machine in his perpetually crabbed gone The Thinking Machine called up Hutchinson Hatch, reporter, on the Thinking Machine was asking questions of Mr. Doane when Hatch was "It means," said The Thinking Machine, "that this man is either a time of this The Thinking Machine instructed Hatch and Doane to go for "Mr. Reid," said The Thinking Machine, without any preliminary, "Mr. Curtis tells me that the knife used to kill Miss Melrose was your "Now, where is Miss Dow?" asked The Thinking Machine, in turn. all over the country, Mr. Hatch?" asked The Thinking Machine.


id: 61344
title: The Happy Isles
author: King, Basil
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  morning when our little boy''s story opens had given time for Miss So, outwardly, Tom Whitelaw came in for two full years of good-natured George Honeybun and Tom Whitelaw came looking for a home, the ancient A few days after his rescue of Guy Ansley from the snow Tom Whitelaw Tom looked round to see what Miss Ansley was doing, but slipping away, in New York that Tom felt the impulse to tell Honey of the way in For the first time in his life Tom Whitelaw couldn''t sleep. Once more Tom said to himself, "It''s the way she looks at you." He knew The face, which even a boy like Tom could see to Yer don''t think a little thing like this Tom, couldn''t we make a little life for ourselves away from everyone, Whitelaw came into the room where Tom was at work to look for him.


