New Chronicles of Rebecca

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Wiggin Kate Douglas Smith. New Chronicles of Rebecca

First Chronicle. JACK O’LANTERN

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Second Chronicle. DAUGHTERS OF ZION

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Third Chronicle. REBECCA’S THOUGHT BOOK

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Fourth Chronicle. A TRAGEDY IN MILLINERY

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Fifth Chronicle. THE SAVING OF THE COLORS

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Sixth Chronicle. THE STATE O’ MAINE GIRL

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Seventh Chronicle. THE LITTLE PROPHET

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Eighth Chronicle. ABNER SIMPSON’S NEW LEAF

Ninth Chronicle. THE GREEN ISLE

Tenth Chronicle. REBECCA’S REMINISCENCES

Eleventh Chronicle. ABIJAH THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR EMMAJANE

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Miss Miranda Sawyer’s old-fashioned garden was the pleasantest spot in Riverboro on a sunny July morning. The rich color of the brick house gleamed and glowed through the shade of the elms and maples. Luxuriant hop-vines clambered up the lightning rods and water spouts, hanging their delicate clusters here and there in graceful profusion. Woodbine transformed the old shed and tool house to things of beauty, and the flower beds themselves were the prettiest and most fragrant in all the countryside. A row of dahlias ran directly around the garden spot,—dahlias scarlet, gold, and variegated. In the very centre was a round plot where the upturned faces of a thousand pansies smiled amid their leaves, and in the four corners were triangular blocks of sweet phlox over which the butterflies fluttered unceasingly. In the spaces between ran a riot of portulaca and nasturtiums, while in the more regular, shell-bordered beds grew spirea and gillyflowers, mignonette, marigolds, and clove pinks.

Back of the barn and encroaching on the edge of the hay field was a grove of sweet clover whose white feathery tips fairly bent under the assaults of the bees, while banks of aromatic mint and thyme drank in the sunshine and sent it out again into the summer air, warm, and deliciously odorous.

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“Who will volunteer to visit Mr. Moody?” blandly asked the president.

VISIT MR. MOODY! It was a wonder the roof of the barn chamber did not fall; it did, indeed echo the words and in some way make them sound more grim and satirical.

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