REBECCA OF SUNNYBROOK FARM & NEW CHRONICLES OF REBECCA (Adventure Novels). Kate Douglas Wiggin

       Kate Douglas Wiggin

      REBECCA OF SUNNYBROOK FARM & NEW CHRONICLES OF REBECCA

      (Adventure Novels)

      

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      Table of Contents

       REBECCA OF SUNNYBROOK FARM

       NEW CHRONICLES OF REBECCA

      REBECCA OF SUNNYBROOK FARM

       Table of Contents

       I. “We Are Seven”

       II. Rebecca’s Relations

       III. A Difference in Hearts

       IV. Rebecca’s Point of View

       V. Wisdom’s Ways

       VI. Sunshine in a Shady Place

       VII. Riverboro Secrets

       VIII. Color of Rose

       IX. Ashes of Roses

       X. Rainbow Bridges

       XI. “The Stirring of the Powers”

       XII. “See the Pale Martyr”

       XIII. Snow-White; Rose-Red

       XIV. Mr. Aladdin

       XV. The Banquet Lamp

       XVI. Seasons of Growth

       XVII. Gray Days and Gold

       XVIII. Rebecca Represents the Family

       XIX. Deacon Israel’s Successor

       XX. A Change of Heart

       XXI. The Sky Line Widens

       XXII. Clover Blossoms and Sunflowers

       XXIII. The Hill Difficulty

       XXIV. Aladdin Rubs His Lamp

       XXV. Roses of Joy

       XXVI. “Over the Teacups”

       XXVII. “The Vision Splendid”

       XXVIII. “Th’ Inevitable Yoke”

       XXIX. Mother and Daughter

       XXX. Good-By, Sunnybrook

       XXXI. Aunt Miranda’s Apology

       TO MY MOTHER

      Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;

       Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;

       But all things else about her drawn

       From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;

       A dancing Shape, an Image gay,

       To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

      Wordsworth.

      Chapter I.

       “We Are Seven”

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      The old stage coach was rumbling along the dusty road that runs from Maplewood to Riverboro. The day was as warm as midsummer, though it was only the middle of May, and Mr. Jeremiah Cobb was favoring the horses as much as possible, yet never losing sight of the fact that he carried the mail. The hills were many, and the reins lay loosely in his hands as he lolled back in his seat and extended one foot and leg luxuriously over the dashboard. His brimmed hat of worn felt was well pulled over his eyes, and he revolved a quid of tobacco in his left cheek.

      There was one passenger in the coach,—a small dark-haired person in a glossy buff calico dress. She was so slender and so stiffly starched that she slid from space to space on the leather cushions, though she braced herself against the middle seat with her feet and extended her cotton-gloved hands on each side, in order to maintain some sort of balance. Whenever the wheels sank farther than usual into a rut, or jolted suddenly over a stone, she bounded involuntarily into the air, came down again, pushed back her funny little straw hat, and picked up or settled more firmly a small pink sun shade, which seemed to be her chief responsibility,—unless we except a bead purse, into which she looked whenever the condition of the roads would permit, finding great apparent satisfaction in that its precious contents neither disappeared nor grew less. Mr. Cobb guessed nothing of these harassing details of travel, his business being to carry people to their destinations, not, necessarily, to make them comfortable on the way. Indeed he had forgotten the very existence of this one unnoteworthy