MY PILLOW BOOK Written and Compiled by Alice Htgan RJce What are you going to do When the worlds on fire 2 Dont you want Gods bosom To be your pillows From a Negro Spiritual D, APPLETONCENTURY COMPANY Incorporated NEW YORK 1 LONDON Bj Alice Hegan Rice MRS. WIGGS OF THE CABBAGE PATCH LOVEY MARY FURTHER ADVENTURES OF MRS. WIGGS OF THE CABBAGE PATCH MISS MINKS SOLDIER Be OTHER STORIES THE LARK LEGACY CALVARY ALLEY MR. PETE CO. CAPTAIN JUNE MR. OPP SANDY QUIN A ROMANCE OF BILLY-GOAT HILL THE HONORABLE PERCIVAL MY PILLOW BOOK. THE BUFFER And with Cale Young Rice WINNERS AND LOSERS TURN ABOUT TALES...

The quaint types of fresh humor first seen in 'Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, ' which made it one of the best sellers ever published, appear again in this new novel, as the background of a delightful love story. An irresistible combination of Southern comedy and high romance. "Mrs. Alice Hegan Rice's new novel bids fair to approach the success of the earlier works that gave Mrs. Rice fame. In this connection it is interesting to note that those that had thought of Mrs. Rice only as humorist, an opinion based on her first successes, 'Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch' and 'Lovey Mary, ' today...

Sandy is the third book written by Alice Hegan Rice, and was the second best-selling novel in the United States in 1905. It was originally published in serial form in The Century Magazine from December 1904 through May 1905, and first appeared in novel form in April 1905. The novel is based on the boyhood stories of S. S. McClure, publisher of McClure's magazine, and his upbringing in Ireland and early struggles in the United States. This is the story of a young Irish boy named Sandy Kilday, who at the age of sixteen, being without home or relatives, decides to try his luck in the new country...

Extract: Jimmy had been waiting since nine in the morning, and it was now well past noon. He was a placid gentleman of curvilinear type, short of limb and large of girth. His trousers, of that morose hue termed by the country people "plum," reached to his armpits, and his hat, large and felt and weather-beaten, was only prevented from eclipsing his head by the stubborn resistance of two small, knob-like ears. "Mr. Opp ain't been back to the Cove for a long while, has he?" asked the ferryman, whose intellectual life depended solely upon the crumbs of information scattered by chance passers-by....

Excerpt: If the dollar Quinby Graham tossed up on New Year's eve had not elected to slip through his fingers and roll down the sewer grating, there might have been no story to write. Quin had said, "Tails, yes"; and who knows but that down there under the pavement that coin of fate was registering "Heads, no"? It was useless to suggest trying it over, however, for neither of the young privates with town leave for twenty-four hours possessed another coin. The heavier of the two boys, Cass Martel, --the lame one, whose nose began quite seriously, as if it had every intention of being a nose,...