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Title: Deephaven and Selected Stories & Sketches

Author: Sarah Orne Jewett

Release Date: June 4, 2005 [EBook #15985]

Language: English

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DEEPHAVEN

and

SELECTED STORIES AND SKETCHES

by

SARAH ORNE JEWETT

Contents

DEEPHAVEN (1877)

SELECTED STORIES AND SKETCHES

AN AUTUMN HOLIDAY (1881)

FROM A MOURNFUL VILLAGER (1881)

AN OCTOBER RIDE (1881)

TOM'S HUSBAND (1884)

MISS DEBBY'S NEIGHBORS (1884)

DEEPHAVEN

Preface

This book is not wholly new, several of the chapters having already been
published in the "Atlantic Monthly." It has so often been asked if
Deephaven may not be found on the map of New England under another name,
that, to prevent any misunderstanding, I wish to say, while there is a
likeness to be traced, few of the sketches are drawn from that town
itself, and the characters will in almost every case be looked for there
in vain.

I dedicate this story of out-of-door life and country people first to my
father and mother, my two best friends, and also to all my other
friends, whose names I say to myself lovingly, though I do not write
them here.

S. O. J.

Contents

KATE LANCASTER'S PLAN

THE BRANDON HOUSE AND THE LIGHTHOUSE

MY LADY BRANDON

DEEPHAVEN SOCIETY

THE CAPTAINS

DANNY

CAPTAIN SANDS

THE CIRCUS AT DENBY

CUNNER-FISHING

MRS. BONNY

IN SHADOW

MISS CHAUNCEY

LAST DAYS IN DEEPHAVEN

_Kate Lancaster's Plan_

I had been spending the winter in Boston, and Kate Lancaster and I had
been together a great deal, for we are the best of friends. It happened
that the morning when this story begins I had waked up feeling sorry,
and as if something dreadful were going to happen. There did not seem to
be any good reason for it, so I undertook to discourage myself more by
thinking that it would soon be time to leave to