Excerpt: ...and courteous response. Amelia crossed the ocean to a waiting bridegroom and a happy home of her own, but Housewife Honey-voice, with her little Esther, petted Sigurd even more devotedly. Sigurd's only difficulty with Housewife Honey-voice, the only shadow on their sympathy, arose from the delicacy of her appetite by which she was inclined, at first, to measure his. When her enthusiasm and culinary skill persuaded the family to go on a vegetable diet, Sigurd gave us clearly to understand that we need not count ...
Read More
Excerpt: ...and courteous response. Amelia crossed the ocean to a waiting bridegroom and a happy home of her own, but Housewife Honey-voice, with her little Esther, petted Sigurd even more devotedly. Sigurd's only difficulty with Housewife Honey-voice, the only shadow on their sympathy, arose from the delicacy of her appetite by which she was inclined, at first, to measure his. When her enthusiasm and culinary skill persuaded the family to go on a vegetable diet, Sigurd gave us clearly to understand that we need not count him in. And when I came home, one evening, from a week's motor trip, Sigurd barely waited for his customary chant of welcome before gripping my dress and leading me to the refrigerator. "Hasn't Sigurd had his dinner yet?" "Why, yes, an hour ago." "Nonsense, boy! You're not hungry. Nobody is hungry just after dinner." "What a whopper!" sighed Sigurd, as he pattered after me back to the study. No sooner had I turned my attention to the accumulation of letters on my desk than again Sigurd pulled gently, yet with determination, at my skirt and insisted on a second promenade to the refrigerator. "He really is hungry. How much have you been giving him for dinner?" But when I saw the measure, I heaped his plate, while he eagerly watched the process, waving his tail in triumph, but hurrying once across the kitchen to snuggle his head against the knee of Housewife Honey-voice, looking up at her with those comprehending, trustful eyes that said: "You didn't mean to starve dear Sigurd, and now that you know how big my hollow is, it will be all right forever." Every autumn a new horde of freshmen fell in love with him and visiting alumnae embraced him in mid-campus. Toward the Freshman Twins, who gladdened the Scarab one year, he conducted himself like a sophomore, humoring their childish ways, guiding them through the college labyrinth, serving as a towel for their homesick tears and partaking freely of their consoling fudge, but all with a comical...
Read Less
Choose your shipping method in Checkout. Costs may vary based on destination.
Seller's Description:
BATES, Katharine Lee. SIGURD OUR GOLDEN COLLIE AND OTHER COMRADES OF THE ROAD. NY: E.P. Dutton, [1919]. Small 8vo., grey cloth stamped in gilt. First Edition. Autograph letter signed by Bates tipped to front endpaper: "Wellerby, Sept. 29, 1917. Dear Mrs. Savage, Your very generous contribution to the Sophie Jewett Memorial Ambulance was duly rec-d, as I presume Ethel Damon, who left us yesterday for New York, has already told you. I was under the impression that she had acknowledged the check, otherwise, I would have written at once. Gratefully yours, Katharine Lee Bates." Bates is, of course, best known for writing "America The Beautiful." Very Good (little wear & tiny tears spine ends). $285.00.
