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Dorothy Canfield Fisher. Hillsboro People
Hillsboro People
Table of Contents
HILLSBORO PEOPLE
Vermont (Poem)
Hemlock Mountain (Poem)
HEMLOCK MOUNTAIN
At the Foot of Hemlock Mountain
AT THE FOOT OF HEMLOCK MOUNTAIN
Petunias—That's for Remembrance
PETUNIAS—THAT'S FOR REMEMBRANCE
The Heyday of the Blood
THE HEYDAY OF THE BLOOD
As a Bird out of the Snare
AS A BIRD OUT OF THE SNARE
The Bedquilt
THE BEDQUILT
Portrait of a Philosopher
II
III
Flint and Fire
FLINT AND FIRE
A Saint's Hours (Poem)
A SAINT'S HOURS
In Memory of L. H. W
IN MEMORY OF L. H. W
In New England
II
III
IV
V
VI
The Deliverer
THE DELIVERER
I
II
IV
V
Noctes Ambrosianæ (Poem)
Hillsboro's Good Luck
HILLSBORO'S GOOD LUCK
Salem Hills to Ellis Island (Poem)
Avunculus
AVUNCULUS
II
III
By Abana and Pharpar (Poem)
Finis
FINIS
A Village Munchausen
II
III
The Artist
THE ARTIST
Who Else Heard It? (Poem)
A Drop in the Bucket
A DROP IN THE BUCKET
The Golden Tongue of Ireland (Poem)
Piper Tim
II
III
IV
V
Adeste Fideles!
II
III
IV
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Dorothy Canfield Fisher, Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn
Published by Good Press, 2020
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The children had evidently now come up, for Virginia heard congratulations over the berries and exclamations over their sun-flushed cheeks. "Why, Susie, you look like a pickled beet in your face. Set down, child, an cool off. Grandma called you an' Eddie down to tell you an old-timey story."
There was an outbreak of delighted cries from the children and Mrs. Pritchard said deprecatingly, "You know, Abby, there never was children yet that wasn't crazy bout old-timey stories. I remember how I used to hang onto Aunt Debby's skirts and beg her to tell me some more.
