CHAPTER VIII. FOR THE SAKE OF THREE HUNDRED A YEAR
CHAPTER IX. UNDER THE ELMS
CHAPTER X "FLUFF WILL SUIT HIM BEST."
CHAPTER XI. EDGE TOOLS
CHAPTER XII. THE CUNNING LITTLE MOUSE
CHAPTER XIII "LITTLE GIRLS IMAGINE THINGS."
CHAPTER XIV "I HATE THE SQUIRE."
CHAPTER XV "MR. LOVER."
CHAPTER XVI. SWEETLY ROMANTIC
CHAPTER XVII. THE FIRS OR FRANCES?
MONSIEUR THE VISCOUNT'S FRIEND. A TALE IN THREE CHAPTERS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
THE YEW-LANE GHOSTS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
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It was a very sunny June day, and a girl was pacing up and down a sheltered path in an old-fashioned garden. She walked slowly along the narrow graveled walk, now and then glancing at the carefully trimmed flowers of an elaborate ribbon border at her right, and stopping for an instant to note the promise of fruit on some well-laden peach and pear-trees. The hot sun was pouring down almost vertical rays on her uncovered head, but she was either impervious to its power, or, like a salamander, she rejoiced in its fierce noonday heat.
"We have a good promise of peaches and pears," she said to herself; "I will see that they are sold this year. We will just keep a few for my father to eat, but the rest shall go. It is a pity Watkins spends so much time over the ribbon border; it does not pay, and it uses up so many of our bedding plants."
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"You forget that she has just lost her mother," said Frances. "They loved each other dearly, and you can not expect her not to be changed. There is also another thing, father; I am sorry to have to mention it, but it is necessary. Does Major Danvers propose to give us an allowance for keeping his daughter here? Otherwise it will be impossible for us to have her except on a brief visit."
The squire pulled himself with an effort out of his deep arm-chair. His face flushed, and his eyes looked angry.
