ISBN: 9781231238837

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 94 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… More...

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 94 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: . . . human, Mary, until we are divine, and to some of us, that is far off, and to some as near as the lady ringing at the door; perhaps thats what alarms. I say I will go myself--I cross the river, and climb the fence--now I am at the gate, Mary--now I am in the hall--now I am looking your heart in the eye I Did it wait for me--did it go with the company Cruel company, who have the stocks, and farms, and creeds--and it has just its heart I I hope you are glad, Mary; no pebble in the brook to-day--no film on noon. I can think how you look; you cant think how I look; I ve got more freckles, since you saw me, playing with the school-boys; then I pare the Juneating1 to make the pie, and get my fingers tanned. Summer went very fast--she got as far as the woman from the hill, who brings the blueberry, and that is a long way. I shall have no winter this year, on account of the soldiers. Since I cannot weave blankets or boots, I thought it best to omit the season. Shall present a memorial to God when the maples turn. Can I rely on your name How is your garden, Mary Are the pinks true, and the sweet williams faithful Ive got a geranium like a sultana, and when the hummingbirds come down, geranium and I shut our eyes, and go far away. Ask Mamie if I shall catch her a butterfly with a vest like a Turk I will, if she will build him a house in her morning-glory. Vinnie would send her love, but she put on a white frock, and went to meet to-morrow--a few minutes ago; mother would send her love, but she is in the cave spout, sweeping up a leaf that blew in last November; I brought my own, myself, to you and Mr Bowles. Please remember me, because I remember you--always. Then follows 1 the poem beginning My river runs to thee, published in the Fir. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<

2012, ISBN: 1231238836

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