| chapter | page | |
| I. | Calico Patchwork | [13] |
| II. | Old Aaron's Flag | [29] |
| III. | Little Dutchie | [40] |
| IV. | The New Teacher | [52] |
| V. | The Heart of a Child | [70] |
| VI. | The Prima Donna of the Attic | [92] |
| VII. | "Where the Brook and River Meet" | [110] |
| VIII. | Beyond the Alps Lies Italy | [119] |
| IX. | A Visit to Mother Bab | [129] |
| X. | An Old-Fashioned Country Sale | [146] |
| XI. | "The Bright Lexicon of Youth" | [166] |
| XII. | The Preacher's Wooing | [176] |
| XIII. | The Scarlet Tanager | [189] |
| XIV. | Aladdin's Lamp | [203] |
| XV. | The Fledgling's Flight | [207] |
| XVI. | Phœbe's Diary | [212] |
| XVII. | Diary—The New Home | [221] |
| XVIII. | Diary—The Music Master | [226] |
| XIX. | Diary—The First Lesson | [229] |
| XX. | Diary—Seeing the City | [235] |
| XXI. | Diary—Chrysalis | [240] |
| XXII. | Diary—Transformation | [245] |
| XXIII. | Diary—Plain for a Night | [251] |
| XXIV. | Diary—Declarations | [256] |
| XXV. | Diary—"The Link Must Break and the Lamp Must Die" | [261] |
| XXVI. | "Hame's Best" | [268] |
| XXVII. | Trailing Arbutus | [271] |
| XXVIII. | Mother Bab and Her Son | [284] |
| XXIX. | Preparations | [291] |
| XXX. | The Feast of Roses | [295] |
| XXXI. | Blindness | [303] |
| XXXII. | Off to the Navy | [310] |
| XXXIII. | The One Chance | [315] |
| XXXIV. | Busy Days | [319] |
| XXXV. | David's Share | [327] |
| XXXVI. | David's Return | [331] |
| XXXVII. | "A Love That Life Could Never Tire" | [335] |
Patchwork
CHAPTER I
CALICO PATCHWORK
The gorgeous sunshine of a perfect June morning invited to the great outdoors. Exquisite perfume from myriad blossoms tempted lovers of nature to get away from cramped, man-made buildings, out under the blue roof of heaven, and revel in the lavish splendor of the day.
This call of the Junetide came loudly and insistently to a little girl as she sat in the sitting-room of a prosperous farmhouse in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, and sewed gaily-colored pieces of red and green calico into patchwork.
"Ach, my!" she sighed, with all the dreariness which a ten-year-old is capable of feeling, "why must I patch when it's so nice out? I just ain't goin' to sew no more to-day!"