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Title: The Chronicles of Rhoda
Author: Florence Tinsley Cox
Release Date: August 18, 2012 [eBook #40526]
Language: English
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THE CHRONICLES OF RHODA
The Chronicles of
Rhoda
ILLUSTRATED BY
JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH
Field and forest, land and sea,
When we all were young together,
And the world was new to me."
SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
By Small, Maynard & Company
(INCORPORATED)
————
Entered at Stationers' Hall
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.
OF
MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER
CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| I | A Dethroned Queen | 1 |
| II | Lily-Ann | 29 |
| III | The Old Major | 61 |
| IV | The Fireside God | 93 |
| V | The Hottentot | 129 |
| VI | A Social Event | 165 |
| VII | Auntie May | 197 |
| VIII | The Green Door | 229 |
| IX | The Hidden Talent | 257 |
I
"Ain't I the little pig that went to market?" I asked, anxiously, gazing up from her lap into her eyes, over which she wore glass things like covers. "And ain't I Baby Bunting?" I continued, with the memory of a famous hunt stealing over me.
"Once you were," grandmother answered, soberly. "Now you are Rhoda."
I liked to sit in grandmother's lap. She had such a soft silk lap, and in her pocket-hole there was a box which held peppermint drops. She never gave them to anybody but just me, when I was good, and if her arms were thin and fragile under the soft silk, she knew how to hold a little girl in a most comfortable fashion. Her white hair rippled down low at the sides, concealing her ears, but her ears were there for I had run my fingers up to see. She wore a lovely lace collar, and a breastpin with a picture on it, and when she walked the charms on her watch-chain clinked in a