Charles Conrad Abbott,
A Colonial Wooing
(1895)
“ Pleasures come and go as quickly as these reflections of myself, she was thinking, and then she held her face up and looked intently across the stream, but not so much at the wooded slope that on that side hemmed it in, as at the curling smoke that she knew came from the fire in John Bishop's shop. "How could mother get such an idea into her head?" she said to herself, but loud enough for her brothers to hear. "What has mother got in her head?" asked the younger of the two boys, a persistent, inquisitive lad of eleven summers. "Nothing, dear," Ruth replied. ”

