Maine in history and romance (1915) (14580271507)

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Title: Maine in history and romance
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Maine Federation of Women's Clubs
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Publisher: Lewiston, Me. : Lewiston journal company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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were reflectedfrom the satin-striped paper (just over from England) with greatbaskets and festoons of gay flowers, and played over the high mantelwith its brass candelabra adorned with scintillating glass prisms. Ihebrass fire-dogs proudly guarded their wealth of glowing logs. The lightof the flames radiated over the two old people in their mahogany arm-chairs- over Uncle Daniel with his fringe of yellow hair and his shiningbald pate dressed in a ruffled shirt and stock, blue small-clothes, andmuch brass-buttoned, swallow-tailed coat; over Aunt Tempy, cladin her every-afternoon black silk with its dainty embroidered collarfastened with the gold pin which contained her first babys silken hair;over the soft white curls held by the high-carved, tortoise-shell combgiven her by her cousin, the governors wife, on her last visit to Augus-ta but it touched with an unusual caress of warmth little Sally Perkinsas she sat upon the deerskin rug in front of the fire, her head on AuntTempys knees.
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o Glimpses of an Old Home 133 Sally was short of stature with delicate bones and an enticingplumpness that might later turn to stoutness. Her hair was dark, wavy,and coiled low on her neck. Her features were small, her eyes a verybeautiful brown. Her chiefest charm was her amiable disposition, hercheerful temperament, and a vivacity that overcame all obstacles. Her Aunt Temperance tilted up the girls flower-like face until shecould look into the depths of the clear brown eyes before she said softly,Our son Daniel is coming home next week from New Orleans, Sally,and brings his friend, Alonzo Wakeman. After a few words of pleasure at Cousin Dans expected home-com-ing, Sally began to tease for a story. Long before the Johnstons hadbuilt this fine house, it had been Sallys custom each evening to coax fora story of Aunt Temperances girlhood. What can I tell you to-night, Sally? I am almost cleaned out ofstories. Do you remember that cross old maid who lived down at theSouth End? Yes, her n