Susan Coolidge

Susan Coolidge

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Portrait of Susan Coolidge Susan Coolidge Just Sixteen

May I have some more, Nursey?"
"I wonder how poor Snowy Peter feels all alone out there in the garden," said Susan Sunflower. "He must be very cold, poor fellow!"
"Ho, he don't mind it!" declared Paul with his mouth full of bread-and-jam.
"Oh, yes, I do—I mind it very much," murmured Snowy Peter to himself; but he had no voice with which to make an outward noise.
"Won't you come out and see him to-morrow, Nursey?" went on Susan. "He's the best man we ever made. He's quite beautiful. He's got a pipe and a hat and curly hair and buttons on his coat—I'm sure you'll like him."
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Portrait of Susan Coolidge Susan Coolidge Just Sixteen

Jacqueline turned her head from time to time, to judge of their direction and the distance.
"It's no neighbor," she answered as they drew nearer. "It's no one I ever saw before. Metje, it is the strangest-looking maiden you ever saw. Her hair is long,—so long, and her face is wild to look upon. I am afraid."
"Never mind her hair. We must save her, however long it is," gasped Metje, breathless from the energy of her exertions. "Steady, now, Jacque, here we are; hold the boat by the reeds. Girl! I say, girl, do you hear me? We are come to help you."
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Portrait of Susan Coolidge Susan Coolidge Just Sixteen

The best of men can hardly resist the temptation of making money out of their womenkind,—safety lies in silence."
"Oh, how can I thank you?" sighed Etelka.
"Thank us by being happy," said Thimblerig. Then the fairies faded from sight, and Etelka was alone.
I have not time to tell of the wrath of Etelka's father and mother and brothers, when, as she grew strong enough to dance again for their bidding, it was found that no gold-pieces followed her light steps, and that the fairy gift had been withdrawn. Their ill-humor and discontent made the life of the hut worse than ever it had been before.
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