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. 1897 Excerpt: ...and muscular young man fell upon sponge-cake and honey! To tell how many cups of tea he drank, merely for the pleasure of seeing it poured out, would be a most unhandsome piece of treachery. Be it only recorded, then, to his lasting credit and renown, that he wanted another dreadfully, but did not ask for it. The ...
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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. 1897 Excerpt: ...and muscular young man fell upon sponge-cake and honey! To tell how many cups of tea he drank, merely for the pleasure of seeing it poured out, would be a most unhandsome piece of treachery. Be it only recorded, then, to his lasting credit and renown, that he wanted another dreadfully, but did not ask for it. The shadows were slanting longer and longer across the green door-yard as the two young people once more sallied forth, and down the lane, past brook and sugar-house, to where the pasture land began to hump itself up preparatory to forming the high shoulder known as the Ridge. Mrs. Bloom, carrying cups and saucers, teapot and plates, walked thoughtfully to and fro between dining-room and kitchen, casting now and again a keen glance after the retreating figures, and finally came to a stand-still before the cooking stove. "H'm!" she ejaculated, nodding her head sagely at the big black kettle, which was steaming away within two feet of her nose; "mebbe they think I can't see a thing like that when it's right afore my eyes!" Which somewhat peculiar remark appeared to relieve her mind to such an extent that she roused up, and went to work with a will; leaving a solitary plate, cup, and saucer in readiness for the parson when he should return to his belated meal. Meanwhile the two whose affairs occupied so prominent a place in the worthy housekeeper's thoughts went on and up, all unmindful of the interest they were exciting, till the belt of sugar-maples that skirted the slope gave way to pines, and the pines in their turn dwindled and thinned to clumps of sweet fern and spires of mullein, and they came out finally upon the bare, rocky crest just as the sun began to dip down behind that particular far blue peak which, at this season, he w...
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