The Annes

Books by Marion Ames Taggart
“ Before she could gather herself together ... Anne felt little Anne’s arms clinging around her waist, and looked down into the shining eyes of the child. ”
The ANNES
BY MARION AMES TAGGART
FRONTISPIECE BY W. C. NIMS
GARDEN CITY, N. Y., AND TORONTO DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1921
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN
TO ELIZABETH


THE ANNES
THE thin child on the floor was completely engrossed in her occupation, but she never gave fractional attention to anything. She rested on one elbow, her weight on her hip, one long, slender leg crooked under her, the other extended at length over the green carpet, the foot that ended it dropping in and out of its flat-soled pump as it see-sawed from heel to toe.