Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 815
, whistling, into his cart. I shant last much longer if they rack my poor, oldbones with this perpetual slamming, and it sighedcreakily. Ah, me, how different it was in the old days! Howwell I remember Miss Cynthia leaning out over me, inthe twilight, to watch for David, her gallant soldier-lover.… … A BIT OF LIFE. BY ISABELLA B. HOWLAND, AGE 17. He says I am so nice to horse, Nightwind, in a lather, how Miss Cynthia wouldopen me, and run out into the lane, to spend a fewhappy minutes with the young captain, before he gal-loped away again. Miss Cynthia must needs latch mevery tenderly as she…
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