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قراءة كتاب Rose of Old Harpeth
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ROSE OF OLD HARPETH
Rose Mary
ROSE OF OLD HARPETH
BY MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS
Author of "Miss Selina Lue," "The Road to Providence,"
"The Melting of Molly," etc.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
By W.B. KING
A.L. BURT COMPANY
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
1911
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
I DEDICATE
ROSE MARY
TO MY MOTHER
LEONORA HAMILTON DAVIESS
AND THE WHOLE BOOK
TO MY GRANDMOTHER
MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS
Transcriber's Note: There was no 'Contents' in the original book, but it is added here for the ease of use of this html version.
CONTENTS.
| Chapter I. | Rose Mary Of Sweetbriar | ||
| Chapter II. | The Folks-Garden | ||
| Chapter III. | At The Court Of Dame Nature | ||
| Chapter IV. | Moonlight And Apple-Blow | ||
| Chapter V. | The Honorable Gid | ||
| Chapter VI. | The Enemy, The Rod And The Staff | ||
| Chapter VII. | The Satsuma Vase | ||
| Chapter VIII. | Uncle Tucker's Torch | ||
| Chapter IX. | The Exodus | ||
| Chapter X. | In The Hollow Of His Hand | ||
ROSE OF OLD HARPETH
CHAPTER I
ROSE MARY OF SWEETBRIAR
"Why, don't you know nothing in the world compliments a loaf of bread like the asking for a fourth slice," laughed Rose Mary as she reached up on the stone shelf above her head and took down a large crusty loaf and a long knife. "Thick or thin?" she asked as she raised her lashes from her blue eyes for a second of hospitable inquiry.
"Thin," answered Everett promptly, "but two with the butter sticking 'em together. Please be careful with that weapon! It's as good as a juggler's show to watch you, but it makes me slightly—solicitous." As he spoke he seated himself on the corner of the wide stone table as near to Rose Mary and the long knife as seemed advisable. A ray of sunlight
fell through the door of the milk-house and cut across his red head to lose itself in Rose Mary's close black braids.
"Make it four," he further demanded over the table.
"Indeed and I will," answered Rose Mary delightedly. And as she spoke she held the loaf against her breast and drew the knife through the slices in a fascinatingly dangerous manner. At the intentness of his regard the color rose up under the lashes that veiled her eyes, and she hugged the loaf closer with her left hand. "Would you like six?" she asked innocently, as the fourth stroke severed the last piece.
"Just go on and slice it all up," he answered with a laugh. "I'd rather watch you than eat."
"Wait till I butter these for you and then you can eat—and watch me—me finish working the butter. Won't that do as well? Think what an encouragement your interest will be to me! Really, nothing in the world paces
a woman's work like a man looking on, and if he doesn't stop her she'll drop under the line. Now, you have your bread and butter and you can sit over there by the door and help me turn off this ten pounds in no time."
As she had been speaking, Rose Mary had spread two of the slices with the yellow butter from a huge bowl in front of her, clapped