"I should say it sounded like a plain robber story," said Faith bitterly, while Gail sat white-faced and silent with despair.
CONTENTS
[CHAPTER I. A MORNING CALLER]
[CHAPTER II. THE MINISTER'S RECEPTION]
[CHAPTER III. SHOES AND STRAWBERRIES]
[CHAPTER IV. LITTLE FLOWER GIRLS]
[CHAPTER V. SACKCLOTH AND ASHES]
[CHAPTER VI. THANKSGIVING DAY AT THE BROWN HOUSE]
[CHAPTER VII. PEACE SURPRISES THE LADIES' AID]
[CHAPTER VIII. A MYSTERIOUS SANTA CLAUS]
[CHAPTER IX. FAITH'S AWAKENING]
[CHAPTER X. COMPANY FOR SUPPER]
[CHAPTER XI. GARDENS AND GOPHERS]
[CHAPTER XII. THE RASPBERRY PATCH]
[CHAPTER XIII. PEACE GETS EVEN]
[CHAPTER XIV. PEACE, THE GOOD SAMARITAN]
[CHAPTER XV. PEACE COLLECTS DAMAGES]
[CHAPTER XVI. THE STATE FAIR CAKE]
[CHAPTER XVII. THE CIRCUS AND THE MISSIONARY]
[CHAPTER XVIII. THE HAND-ORGAN MAN]
[CHAPTER XIX. HEARTBREAK]
[CHAPTER XX. AT THE BROKER'S OFFICE]
[CHAPTER XXI. SURPRISES]
AT THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE
CHAPTER I
A MORNING CALLER
It was a glorious morning in early June; the dew still hung heavy on each grass blade and leaf, making rainbow tapestries that defy description, as the waking sunbeams stole into the heart of each round drop and nestled there; the fresh, cool air was sweet with the breath of a thousand flowers; a beautiful bird chorus filled the earth with riotous melody as the happy-hearted songsters flitted from tree to tree saying, "Good morning," to their neighbors. Through a mass of rosy clouds in the east, the sun struggled up over the hilltop and smiled down on the sleeping village of Parker as if trying to coax the dreamers to arise and behold the beauties of the dawning day. In the barn-yards of the little farms scattered around about the town roosters were crowing, hens were clucking, cattle lowing, and horses stamping and neighing, eager for their breakfast.