Across the Years E-Book

Eleanor H. Porter

• Herausgeber: David De Angelis
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Wonderful works to read to your children or for adults who enjoy a simpler time in history.

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Leseprobe

Across the Years

By

Eleanor H. Porter

1923

© David De Angelis 2017 – all rights reserved

CONTENTS

WHEN FATHER AND MOTHER REBELLED

JUPITER ANN

THE AXMINSTER PATH

PHINEAS AND THE MOTOR CAR

THE MOST WONDERFUL WOMAN

THE PRICE OF A PAIR OF SHOES

THE LONG ROAD

A COUPLE OF CAPITALISTS

IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF KATY

THE BRIDGE ACROSS THE YEARS

FOR JIMMY

A SUMMONS HOME

THE BLACK SILK GOWNS

A BELATED HONEYMOON

WHEN AUNT ABBY WAKED UP

WRISTERS FOR THREE

THE GIVING THANKS OF CYRUS AND HULDAH

A NEW ENGLAND IDOL

WHEN FATHER AND MOTHER REBELLED

"'Tain't more 'n a month ter Christmas, Lyddy Ann; did ye know it?" said the old man, settling back in his chair with a curiously resigned sigh.

"Yes, I know, Samuel," returned his wife, sending a swift glance over the top of her glasses.

If Samuel Bertram noticed the glance he made no sign. "Hm!" he murmured. "I've got ten neckerchiefs now. How many crocheted bed–slippers you got?—eh?"

"Oh, Samuel!" remonstrated Lydia Ann feebly.

"I don't care," asserted Samuel with sudden vehemence, sitting erect in his chair. "Seems as if we might get somethin' for Christmas 'sides slippers an' neckerchiefs. Jest 'cause we ain't so young as we once was ain't no sign that we've lost all our faculty for enj'yment!"

"But, Samuel, they're good an' kind, an' want ter give us somethin'," faltered Lydia Ann; "and—"

"Yes, I know they're good an' kind," cut in Samuel wrathfully. "We've got three children, an' each one brings us a Christmas present ev'ry year. They've got so they do it reg'lar now, jest the same as they—they go ter bed ev'ry night," he finished, groping a little for his simile. "An' they put jest about as much thought into it, too," he added grimly.

"My grief an' conscience, Samuel,—how can you talk so!" gasped the little woman opposite.

"Well, they do," persisted Samuel. "They buy a pair o' slippers an' a neckerchief, an' tuck 'em into their bag for us—an' that's done; an' next year they do the same—an' it's done again. Oh, I know I'm ongrateful, an' all that," acknowledged Samuel testily, "but I can't help it. I've been jest ready to bile over ever since last Christmas, an' now I have biled over. Look a–here, Lyddy Ann, we ain't so awful old. You're seventy–three an' I'm seventy–six, an' we're pert as sparrers, both of us. Don't we live here by ourselves, an' do most all the work inside an' outside the house?"

"Yes," nodded Lydia Ann timidly.

"Well, ain't there somethin' you can think of sides slippers you'd like for Christmas—