The Eternal Feminine E-Book

Carolyn Wells

• Herausgeber: Ktoczyta.pl
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

A collection of short sketches by the prolific American author which was first published in 1913. Carolyn Wells was an early 20th century poet and author best known for mysteries like „The Gold Bag” and „Fleming Stone Detective Stories”. During the first ten years of her career, she concentrated on poetry, humor, and children’s books. After 1910, she devoted herself to the mystery genre. The book contains: „At the lost-and-found desk”, „Tootie at the bank”, „The dressmaker in the house”, „The night before Christmas”, „A new recruit”, „Shopping for postage stamps”, „At the bridge table”, „She goes shopping”, „A quiet afternoon”, „Taking care of uncle”, „In the department store” and others.

Leseprobe

Contents

I. AT THE LOST-AND-FOUND DESK

II. TOOTIE AT THE BANK

III. THE DRESSMAKER IN THE HOUSE

IV. THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

V. A NEW RECRUIT

VI. SHOPPING FOR POSTAGE STAMPS

VII. AT THE BRIDGE TABLE

VIII. SHE GOES SHOPPING

IX. A QUITE AFTERNOON

X. TAKING CARE OF UNCLE

XI. IN THE DEPARTMENT STORE

XII. THE HOUSEWIFE’S HELPER

XIII. MRS. LESTER’S HOBLETTE

XIV. AT THE COOKING CLASS

XV. ÆSOP UP TO DATE: THE MILKMAID AND HER PAIL OF MILK

I. AT THE LOST-AND-FOUND DESK

Yes, that’s my bag. I left it at the lace counter. Thank you. Please give it to me. What? I must prove property? Why, don’t you see it’s mine? That twisty silver monogram on the side is really E. C. S. That’s my name, Ella C. Saunders. I told Jim I thought the letters were too wiggly to be easily read, but I never thought anybody’d want to read it but me. Describe contents? Why, of course I can describe the contents! In one pocket is a sample of lace, just Platte Val, you know, not an expensive lace, and with it–I think it’s with it–is a sample of rose-colored crêpe de Chine–that is, not exactly rose-colored–sort of crushed plummish or burnt magenta–but no–come to think, I left those samples with my dressmaker. Well, anyway, there’s a Subway ticket–or let me see, did I use that coming down? I believe I did! Well, there’s a little memorandum card that slips in–the celluloid sort, you know. No, there’s nothing written on it. I don’t use it because, though they pretend you can wash them like a slate, you can’t. They just smudge. What do you mean by saying I haven’t told a definite thing yet? I’ve told you lots! Well, there’s some money–I don’t know how much; some chicken feed, as Jim calls it–and a five-dollar bill, I think–oh no–I paid that to the butcher. Well, there must be a one-dollar bill–two, maybe. Oh, and there’s a little pencil, a goldy-looking one; it came with the bag. And some powder-papers–those leaves, you know; but I believe I did use the last one yesterday at the matinée. Oh, dear, how fussy you are! I tell you it’s my bag; I recognize it myself. Can’t I tell you of some personal belongings in it so you’ll be sure? Why, yes, of course I can. My visiting-card, Mrs. James L. Saunders, is in that small inside pocket.

“Why didn’t I tell you that in the first place? Why, you rattled me so; and besides, I thought I had to tell of my own little individual properties, like samples and tickets and things. Anybody might have her visiting-card in her bag!”