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- Kategoria: Powieści przygodowe i historyczne
- Język: polski
At first glance, this may seem like a simple fairy tale, but Mary quickly and with lively sympathy brings the various characters and settings to life. The main question is: what will happen to Jane and her daughter?
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Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter I
Amanda Pratt’s cottage-house was raised upon two banks above the road-level. Here and there the banks showed irregular patches of yellow-green, where a little milky-stemmed plant grew. It had come up every spring since Amanda could remember.
There was a great pink-lined shell on each side of the front door-step, and the path down over the banks to the road was bordered with smaller shells. The house was white, and the front door was dark green, with an old-fashioned knocker in the centre.
There were four front windows, and the roof sloped down to them; two were in Amanda’s parlor, and two were in Mrs. Field’s. She rented half of her house to Mrs. Jane Field.
There was a head at each of Amanda’s front windows. One was hers, the other was Mrs. Babcock’s. Amanda’s old blond face, with its folds of yellow-gray hair over the ears and sections of the softly-wrinkled, pinky cheeks, was bent over some needle-work. So was Mrs. Babcock’s, darkly dim with age, as if the hearth-fires of her life had always smoked, with a loose flabbiness about the jaw-bones, which seemed to make more evident the firm structure underneath.
Amanda was sewing a braided rug; her little veiny hands jerked the stout thread through with a nervous energy that was out of accord with her calm expression and the droop of her long slender body.
“It’s pretty hard sewin’ braided mats, ain’t it?” said Mrs. Babcock.
“I don’t care how hard ’tis if I can get ’em sewed strong,” replied Amanda, and her voice was unexpectedly quick and decided. “I never had any feelin’ that anything was hard, if I could only do it.”
“Well, you ain’t had so much hard work to do as some folks. Settin’ in a rockin’-chair sewin’ braided mats ain’t like doin’ the housework for a whole family. If you’d had the cookin’ to do for four men-folks, the way I have, you’d felt it was pretty hard work, even if you did make out to fill ’em up.” Mrs. Babcock smiled, and showed that she did not forget she was company, but her tone was quite fierce.
“Mebbe I should,” returned Amanda, stiffly.
There was a silence.
“Let me see, how many mats does that make?” Mrs. Babcock asked, finally, in an amiable voice.
“Like this one?”
“Yes.”
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