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Susan Coolidge was the pen name of nineteenth-century American author Sarah Chauncey Woolsey. Born to wealth, Coolidge worked as a nurse during the Civil War before returning to her family home to take up a career in writing. Although best known for her classic Katy series of children s novels including What Katy Did and What Katy Did Next, Coolidge also published more than twenty works of fiction, and edited The Autobiography and Correspondence of Mrs. Delaney and The Diary and Letter of Frances Burney. Coolidge died in 1905.
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Book Description Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. This item is printed on demand - it takes 3-4 days longer - Neuware -Excerpt: .that I used to read about when I was It makes me really nervous.' Clover went to the window to look at the mysterious object. It was a cone-shaped thing of white unburned clay, whose use she could not guess. She found later that it was a receptacle for ashes. 'I suppose your rooms are front ones ' went on Mrs. Watson, querulously. 'Mine isn't. It's quite a little one at the side. I think it must be just under this. Phil's is in front, and is a nice large one with a view of the mountains. I wish there were one just like it for you. The doctor says that it's very important for him to have a great deal of air in his room.' 'Doctors always say that; and of course Dr. Hope, being a friend of yours and all It's quite natural he should give you the preference. Though the Phillips's are accustomed but there, it's no use; only, as I tell Ellen, Boston is the place for me, where my family is known, and people realize what I'm used to.' 'I'm so sorry,' Clover said again. 'Perhaps somebody will go away, and Mrs. Marsh have a front room for you before long.' 'She did say that she might. I suppose she thinks some of her boarders will be dying off. In fact, there is one that tall man in gray in the reclining-chair who didn't seem to me likely to last long. Well, we will hope for the best. I'm not one who likes to make difficulties.' This prospect, together with dinner, which was presently announced, raised Mrs. Watson's spirits a little, and Clover left her in the parlor, exchanging experiences and discussing symptoms with some ladies who had sat opposite them at table. Mrs. Hope came for a call; a pretty little woman, as friendly and kind as her husband. Then Clover and Phil went out for a stroll about the town. Their wonder increased at every turn; that a place so well equipped and complete in its appointments could have been created out of nothing in fifteen years. 50 pp. Englisch. Seller Inventory # 9781443235266
Book Description Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Excerpt: .that I used to read about when I was It makes me really nervous.' Clover went to the window to look at the mysterious object. It was a cone-shaped thing of white unburned clay, whose use she could not guess. She found later that it was a receptacle for ashes. 'I suppose your rooms are front ones ' went on Mrs. Watson, querulously. 'Mine isn't. It's quite a little one at the side. I think it must be just under this. Phil's is in front, and is a nice large one with a view of the mountains. I wish there were one just like it for you. The doctor says that it's very important for him to have a great deal of air in his room.' 'Doctors always say that; and of course Dr. Hope, being a friend of yours and all It's quite natural he should give you the preference. Though the Phillips's are accustomed but there, it's no use; only, as I tell Ellen, Boston is the place for me, where my family is known, and people realize what I'm used to.' 'I'm so sorry,' Clover said again. 'Perhaps somebody will go away, and Mrs. Marsh have a front room for you before long.' 'She did say that she might. I suppose she thinks some of her boarders will be dying off. In fact, there is one that tall man in gray in the reclining-chair who didn't seem to me likely to last long. Well, we will hope for the best. I'm not one who likes to make difficulties.' This prospect, together with dinner, which was presently announced, raised Mrs. Watson's spirits a little, and Clover left her in the parlor, exchanging experiences and discussing symptoms with some ladies who had sat opposite them at table. Mrs. Hope came for a call; a pretty little woman, as friendly and kind as her husband. Then Clover and Phil went out for a stroll about the town. Their wonder increased at every turn; that a place so well equipped and complete in its appointments could have been created out of nothing in fifteen years. Seller Inventory # 9781443235266