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Title: Real Folks

Author: Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney

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Language: English

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REAL FOLKS

by

MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY

1893

CONTENTS

I. THIS WAY, AND THAT
II. LUCLARION
III. BY STORY-RAIL: TWENTY-SIX YEARS AN HOUR
IV. AFTERWARDS IS A LONG TIME
V. HOW THE NEWS CAME TO HOMESWORTH
VI. AND
VII. WAKING UP
VIII. EAVESDROPPING IN ASPEN STREET
IX. HAZEL'S INSPIRATION
X. COCKLES AND CRAMBO
XI. MORE WITCH-WORK
XII. CRUMBS
XIII. PIECES OF WORLDS
XIV. "SESAME; AND LILIES"
XV. WITH ALL ONE'S MIGHT
XVI. SWARMING
XVII. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
XVIII. ALL AT ONCE
XIX. INSIDE
XX. NEIGHBORS AND NEXT OF KIN
XXI. THE HORSESHOE
XXII. MORNING GLORIES

I.

THIS WAY, AND THAT.

The parlor blinds were shut, and all the windows of the third-story
rooms were shaded; but the pantry window, looking out on a long low
shed, such as city houses have to keep their wood in and to dry
their clothes upon, was open; and out at this window had come two
little girls, with quiet steps and hushed voices, and carried their
books and crickets to the very further end, establishing themselves
there, where the shade of a tall, round fir tree, planted at the
foot of the yard below, fell across the building of a morning.

"It was prettier down on the bricks," Luclarion had told them. But
they thought otherwise.

"Luclarion doesn't know," said Frank. "People _don't_ know things, I
think. I wonder why, when they've got old, and ought to? It's like
the sea-shore here, I guess, only the stones are all stuck down, and
you mustn't pick up the loose ones either."

Frank touched lightly, as she spoke, the white and black and gray
bits of gravel that covered the flat roof.

"And it smells--like the pine forests!"

The sun was hot and bright upon the fir branch