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- Author: Margaret Widdemer
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1162774452
- ISBN-13: 9781162774459
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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1918. American author, novelist, poet, Widdemer shared the 1919 Pulitzer Prize for poetry (the second ever awarded) with Carl Sandburg. The book begins: You might have thought, if you didn't know, that there was an afternoon tea-party going on, but it wasn't: it was merely all the Goldsborough girls in one room. There were five of them, ranging all the way from Angela, who was twenty-three and looked so much like a doll that by the law of contraries you could be almost sure she had a great deal of common sense, to Isabella, who was fifteen and had large eyes and brown curls and dimples and had to be kept down. In between came Deborah, who was tall and lissom and cream-and-gold, Janetta, who was straight and dark and Indian-handsome, and Annice, small and dark and quiet and so much like a Sir Walter Scott engraving, at sixteen, that her sisters made her life a burden about it. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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- Author: Margaret Widdemer
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1162774452
- ISBN-13: 9781162774459
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
1918. American author, novelist, poet, Widdemer shared the 1919 Pulitzer Prize for poetry (the second ever awarded) with Carl Sandburg. The book begins: You might have thought, if you didn't know, that there was an afternoon tea-party going on, but it wasn't: it was merely all the Goldsborough girls in one room. There were five of them, ranging all the way from Angela, who was twenty-three and looked so much like a doll that by the law of contraries you could be almost sure she had a great deal of common sense, to Isabella, who was fifteen and had large eyes and brown curls and dimples and had to be kept down. In between came Deborah, who was tall and lissom and cream-and-gold, Janetta, who was straight and dark and Indian-handsome, and Annice, small and dark and quiet and so much like a Sir Walter Scott engraving, at sixteen, that her sisters made her life a burden about it. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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