efore, as well as an open notebook with writing upon it in the neatest and delicatest of hands. First, as became a prudent woman of experience, she went up to the top of the hill to assure h

is sacrifice to the conventio

ious nest- eggs as two great books full of strange, bewitched-looking printing, and a note-book of curious and interesting writings. Then, with a half sigh of disappointment, Winsome

, Meg; I'll be down

" was written on the fly-leaf. She had a strange idea that s

n the double verses of the hundred-and-nineteenth Psalm in my grandfather's big Bible," she continued, sapient

e, though in a language of which she could make nothing. The note-book was a resource. It was at least readable, and Winsome Charteris began expectantly to turn it over. Bu

ad this page which is open, and then look at the beginning to see whose it is; for, you know, I may need to

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qualities of the housewives of Solomon's days are out of date and forgotten in these degenerate times! Women, especially the younger of

book and almost trod

idle town dames. I wonder if he has ever seen the sun rise or done a day

up the note-book again. There was little more to read. It wa

udy of mankind is"-this last written twice, as if the writer were practising copy-lines absently. Then

e lilac. I wonder all maids

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the study at the manse. She entered the dreaming courtyard, and walked sedately across its silent sun- flooded spaces without a sound. She passed the door of the cool parlour where her grandfather and grandmother sat, the latter with her hands folded and her great tortoiseshell spectacles on

ld he is-I shall know tomorrow, because he wil

s only the dream of a sigh. Then she looked at t

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