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- Author: Anna Chapin Ray
- Publisher: 1st World Publishing
- Year: 2008
- Pages: 288
- ISBN-10: 1421893061
- ISBN-13: 9781421893068
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 1.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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And that's you! chanted Polly Adams in a vigorous crescendo, as she watched the retreating figure of her guest. Then climbing down from her perch on the front gate, she added to herself, "Mean old thing! I s'pose she thinks I care because she's gone home; but I'm glad of it, so there!" And with an emphatic shake of her curly head, she ran into the house. Up-stairs, in the large front room, sat her mother and her aunt, busy with their sewing. The blinds were closed, to keep out the warm sun of a sultry July day, and only an occasional breath of air found its way in between their tightly turned slats. The whir of the locust outside, and the regular creak, creak of Aunt Jane's tall rocking-chair were the only sounds to break the stillness.
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- Author: Anna Chapin Ray
- Publisher: 1st World Publishing
- Year: 2008
- Pages: 288
- ISBN-10: 1421893061
- ISBN-13: 9781421893068
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 1.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
And that's you! chanted Polly Adams in a vigorous crescendo, as she watched the retreating figure of her guest. Then climbing down from her perch on the front gate, she added to herself, "Mean old thing! I s'pose she thinks I care because she's gone home; but I'm glad of it, so there!" And with an emphatic shake of her curly head, she ran into the house. Up-stairs, in the large front room, sat her mother and her aunt, busy with their sewing. The blinds were closed, to keep out the warm sun of a sultry July day, and only an occasional breath of air found its way in between their tightly turned slats. The whir of the locust outside, and the regular creak, creak of Aunt Jane's tall rocking-chair were the only sounds to break the stillness.
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