MY SISTER
HESTER.
"He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak."
"The lawyer's deed
Ran sure,
In tail,
To them, and to their heirs
Who shall succeed,
Without fail,
For evermore.
"Here is the land,
Shaggy with wood,
With its old valley,
Mound and flood.
But the heritors?" ...
Emerson, Earth-song.
Contents
[CHAPTER I.]
[CHAPTER II.]
[CHAPTER III.]
[CHAPTER IV.]
[CHAPTER V.]
[CHAPTER VI.]
[CHAPTER VII.]
[CHAPTER VIII.]
[CHAPTER IX.]
[CHAPTER X.]
[CHAPTER XI.]
[CHAPTER XII.]
[CHAPTER XIII.]
