This volume collects three of Gene Stratton-Porter's most loved novels, capturing her sensibility. -Freckles- and its sequel-A Girl of the Limberlost- are wholesome romances, not without sadness, set in Stratton-Porter's beloved Limberlost Swamp. -Laddie: A True Blue Story- is a semi-autobiographical childhood story.
This volume collects three of Gene Stratton-Porter's most loved novels, capturing her sensibility. -Freckles- and its sequel-A Girl of the Limberlost-...
Elnora Comstock, have you lost your senses?" demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock while she glared at her daughter. "Why mother " faltered the girl. "Don't you 'why mother' me " cried Mrs. Comstock. "You know very well what I mean. You've given me no peace until you've had your way about this going to school business; I've fixed you good enough, and you're ready to start. But no child of mine walks the streets of Onabasha looking like a play-actress woman. You wet your hair and comb it down modest and decent and then be off, or you'll have no time to find where you belong."
Elnora Comstock, have you lost your senses?" demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock while she glared at her daughter. "Why mother " faltered t...
Freckles came down the corduroy that crosses the lower end of the Limberlost. At a glance he might have been mistaken for a tramp, but he was truly seeking work. He was intensely eager to belong somewhere and to be attached to almost any enterprise that would furnish him food and clothing.
Freckles came down the corduroy that crosses the lower end of the Limberlost. At a glance he might have been mistaken for a tramp, but he was truly se...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels have been turned into movies multiple times.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels h...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels have been turned into movies multiple times.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels h...
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels have been turned into movies multiple times.
Gene Stratton-Porter was an American author and naturalist. Porter was also one of the first women to make a movie studio and a couple of her novels h...
Bel, come here " The Harvester sat in the hollow worn in the hewed log stoop by the feet of his father and mother and his own sturdier tread, and rested his head against the casing of the cabin door when he gave the command. The tip of the dog's nose touched the gravel between his paws as he crouched flat on earth, with beautiful eyes steadily watching the master, but he did not move a muscle. "Bel, come here " Twinkles flashed in the eyes of the man when he repeated the order, while his voice grew more imperative as he stretched a lean, wiry hand toward the dog. The animal's eyes gleamed and...
Bel, come here " The Harvester sat in the hollow worn in the hewed log stoop by the feet of his father and mother and his own sturdier tread, and rest...
"TAKE the wings of Morning." Kate Bates followed the narrow footpath rounding the corner of the small country church, as the old minister raised his voice slowly and impressively to repeat the command he had selected for his text. Fearing that her head would be level with the windows, she bent and walked swiftly past the church; but the words went with her, iterating and reiterating themselves in her brain. Once she paused to glance back toward the church, wondering what the minister would say in expounding that text. She had a fleeting thought of slipping in, taking the back seat and...
"TAKE the wings of Morning." Kate Bates followed the narrow footpath rounding the corner of the small country church, as the old minister raised his v...
Linda Strong thrust forward a foot and critically examined the narrow vamp, the projecting sole, the broad, low heel of her well-worn brown calfskin shoe. Then her glance lifted to the face of Donald Whiting, one of the most brilliant and popular seniors of the high school. Her eyes narrowed in a manner habitual to her when thinking intently. "Never you mind my shoes," she said deliberately. "Kindly fix your attention on my head piece. When you see me allowing any Jap in my class to make higher grades than I do, then I give you leave to say anything you please concerning my head." An angry...
Linda Strong thrust forward a foot and critically examined the narrow vamp, the projecting sole, the broad, low heel of her well-worn brown calfskin s...
