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قراءة كتاب Susanna and Sue
تنويه: تعرض هنا نبذة من اول ١٠ صفحات فقط من الكتاب الالكتروني، لقراءة الكتاب كاملا اضغط على الزر “اشتر الآن"
SUSANNA AND SUE
COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY KATE DOUGLAS RIGGS
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published October 1909
CONTENTS
I. | Mother Ann's Children | 1 |
II. | A Son of Adam | 23 |
III. | Divers Doctrines | 43 |
IV. | Louisa's Mind | 67 |
V. | The Little Quail Bird | 87 |
VI. | Susanna speaks in Meeting | 107 |
VII. | "The Lower Plane" | 121 |
VIII. | Concerning Backsliders | 141 |
IX. | Love Manifold | 163 |
X. | Brother and Sister | 177 |
XI. | "The Open Door" | 195 |
XII. | The Hills of Home | 211 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
Looking up into her mother's face expectantly (page 102) | Frontispiece |
Do you remember the little Nelson girl and her mother? | 12 |
Susanna sat in her corner beside the aged Tabitha | 112 |
Hetty looking at the lad with all her heart in her eyes | 130 |
MOTHER ANN'S CHILDREN
I
It was the end of May, when "spring goeth all in white." The apple trees were scattering their delicate petals on the ground, dropping them over the stone walls to the roadsides, where in the moist places of the shadows they fell on beds of snowy innocence. Here and there a single tree was tinged with pink, but so faintly, it was as if the white were blushing. Now and then a tiny white butterfly danced in the sun and pearly clouds strayed across the sky in fleecy flocks.
Everywhere the grass was of ethereal greenness, a greenness drenched with the pale yellow of spring sunshine. Looking from earth to sky and from blossom to blossom, the little world of the apple orchards, shedding its falling petals like fair-weather snow, seemed made of alabaster and porcelain, ivory and mother-of-pearl, all shimmering on a background of tender green.
After you pass Albion village, with its streets shaded by elms and maples and its outskirts embowered in blossoming orchards, you wind along a hilly country road that runs between grassy fields. Here the whiteweed is already budding, and there are pleasant pastures dotted with rocks and fringed with spruce and fir; stretches of woodland, too, where the road is lined with giant pines and you lift your face gratefully to catch the cool balsam breath of the forest. Coming from out this splendid shade, this silence too deep