Queechy

Susan Warner

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• Publié par: vimas
• Publié le: 01 décembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 12
• Langue: English
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You can also find out about how to make a donation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved. **Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts** **eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971** *****These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers!***** Title: Queechy Author: Susan Warner (AKA Elizabeth Wetherell) Release Date: September, 2005 [EBook #8874] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on August 18, 2003] Edition: 10 Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK QUEECHY *** Produced by Distributed Proofreaders She stopped a moment when she came upon the bridge. QUEECHY. BY ELIZABETH WETHERELL. ILLUSTRATED BY FREDERIC DIELMAN. "I hope I may speak of woman without offence to ladies." THE GUARDIAN CONTENTS. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV. XV. XVI. XVII. XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI. XXII. XXIII. XXIV. XXV. XXVI. XXVII. XXVIII. XXIX. XXX. XXXI. XXXII. XXXIII. XXXIV. XXXV. XXXVI. XXXVII. XXXVIII. XXXIX. XL. XLI. XLII. XLIII. XLIV. XLV. XLVI. XLVII. XLVIII. XLIX. L. LI. LII. LIII. Curtain Rises at Queechy Things Loom Out Dimly Through the Smoke You Amuse Me and I'll Amuse You Aunt Miriam As to Whether a Flower Can Grow in the Woods Queechy at Dinner The Curtain Falls Upon the Scene The Fairy Leaves the House How Mr. Carleton Happened To Be Not at Home The Fairy and the Englishman A Little Candle Spars Below The Fairy Peeps into an English House, but Does Not Stay There Two Bibles in Paris Very Literary Dissolving View--Ending with a Saw-Mill in the Distance Rain and Water--Cresses for Breakfast Mr. Rossitur's Wits Sharpened upon a Ploughshare Fleda Goes After Help and Finds Dr. Quackenboss Society in Queechy "The Sweetness of a Man's Friend by a Hearty Counsel" Wherein a Great Many People Pay Their Respects in Form and Substance The Captain Out-Generalled by the Fairy A Breath of the World at Queechy "As Good a Boy as You Need to Have" Pine Knots Sweet--In Its Consequences The Brook's Old Song--And the New Flighty and Unsatisfactory Disclosures--By Mr. Skillcorn Mr. Olmney's Cause Argued Sometimes Inconvenient "From the Loophole of Retreat to Peep at Such a World" Fleda's White Muslin How the Fairy Engaged the Two Englishmen Fleda Forgets Herself The Roses and the Gentlemen "An Unseen Enemy Round the Corner" The Fairy at Her Work Again A Night of Uncertain Length A Thorn Enters Dealings with the Press Ends with Sweet Music How Fleda Was Watched by Blue Eyes What Pleasant People One Meets in Society How Much Trouble One May Have about a Note Aromatic Vinegar The Fur Cloak on a Journey Quarrenton to Queechy Montepoole Becomes a Point of Interest The House on "The Hill" Once More The First One That Left Queechy The Last Sunset There Fleda Alone on an Isthmus LIV. The Moorish Temple before Breakfast LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. She stopped a moment when she came upon the bridge. (Frontispiece) She made a long job of her bunch of holly. "I wasn't thinking of myself in particular." "Who's got it now, Cynthy?" Fleda coloured and looked at her grandfather. Fleda was sitting, her face bowed in her hands. She stood back and watched. Then he seated himself beside her. The children were always together. "He is not a pug." "They will expect me at home." "Well, sir, you know the road by Deacon Patterson's?" "O uncle Rolf, don't have anything to do with him." "Look at these roses, and don't ask me for papers!" She knelt down before him. "How lovely it is, Hugh!" Philetus was left to "shuck" and bring home a load of the fruit. "And there goes Mr. Carleton!" said Constance. Fleda saw with a start that it was Mr. Carleton. "I am sure Mr. Thorn will excuse me." "My dear child," he said, holding her face in both his hands. Mrs. Rossitur sat there alone. Barby's energies and fainting remedies were again put in use. Then he stood and watched her. "Well, take your place," said Thorn. "I told him, 'O you were not gone yet!'" "How are they all at home?" "Is this the gentleman that's to be your husband?" Slowly and lingeringly they moved away. The roses could not be sweeter to any one. QUEECHY. CHAPTER I. A single cloud on a sunny day When all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear, When skies are blue and earth is gay. Byron. Come, dear grandpa!--the old mare and the wagon are at the gate--all ready." "Well, dear!"--responded a cheerful hearty voice, "they must wait a bit; I haven't got my hat yet." "O I'll get that." And the little speaker, a girl of some ten or eleven years old, dashed past the old gentleman and running along the narrow passage which led to his room soon returned with the hat in her hand. "Yes, dear,--but that ain't all. I must put on my great-coat--and I must look and see if I can find any money--" "O yes--for the post-office. It's a beautiful day, grandpa. Cynthy!--won't you come and help grandpa on with his great-coat?--And I'll go out and keep watch of the old mare till you're ready." A needless caution. For the old mare, though spirited enough for her years, had seen some fourteen or fifteen of them and was in no sort of danger of running away. She stood in what was called the back meadow, just without the little paling fence that enclosed a small courtyard round the house. Around this courtyard rich pasture-fields lay on every side, the high road cutting through them not more than a hundred or two feet from the house. The little girl planted herself on the outside of the paling and setting her back to it eyed the old mare with great contentment; for besides other grounds for security as to her quiet behaviour, one of the men employed