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Title: Nancy of Paradise Cottage

Author: Shirley Watkins

Release Date: August 27, 2010 [EBook #33554]

Language: English

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Produced by Al Haines

Nancy

_of_

Paradise Cottage

_by_

SHIRLEY WATKINS

THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY

CHICAGO

COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY

GEORGE W. JACOBS & COMPANY

_All rights reserved_

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE HEROINE GOES TO MARKET
II INSIDE THE COTTAGE
III A MODERN CINDERELLA
IV LADIES OF FASHION
V A RETICENT GENTLEMAN--AND MISS BANCROFT
VI MISS BANCROFT BEARDS THE OGRE
VII A MAN OF "PRINCIPLES"
VIII THE FIRST NIGHT AT SCHOOL
IX A QUARREL
X THE OGRE REAPPEARS
XI ALMA MAKES COMPLICATIONS
XII ALMA IN A SCRAPE
XIII NANCY HAS A GREAT ADVENTURE
XIV PARADISE COTTAGE
XV THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE MR. PRESCOTT

Nancy of Paradise Cottage

CHAPTER I

THE HEROINE GOES TO MARKET

"Let's see--bacon, eggs, bread, sugar, two cans of corn, and jam. Have
I gotten everything, Alma?" Nancy, checking off the items in her
marketing list, looked over toward her sister, who had wandered to the
door and stood gazing out into the street where a gentle September rain
was falling. Alma did not answer, seeming to have gone into a dream,
and the grocer waited patiently, his pencil poised over his pad.

"Alma, do wake up! Have I forgotten anything? I'm sure there was
something else," said Nancy, frowning, and studying her list, with her
under lip thrust forward. "I regularly go and forget something every
Saturday night, when there's no Hannah to concoct something out of
nothing for Sunday luncheon."

"You said you were going to bake a cake--a chocolate layer cake,"
suggested Alma, turning, and viewing the proceeding disinterestedly
with her hands in her pockets.

"That's it. I have to get flour, and some cooking chocolate, and
vanilla. Alma, you've got to help me carry these things. I'm not
Goliath."

"Mercy,