Phœbe Cary.
The Clovernook home was near Cincinnati, Ohio. When Alice and Phœbe grew older they left the home of their childhood and went to live in New York city.
They were now able to earn money by writing stories and poems for books and papers. At last they could make their home beautiful with the books and pictures which they had so long wished for.
Alice and Phœbe loved children, and they wrote many beautiful verses for their little friends. In their charming stories they tell us about their life in Clovernook, and of their plays in hayfield and barn.
[OUR HOMESTEAD]
Our old brown homestead reared its walls
From the wayside dust aloof,
Where the apple boughs could almost cast
Their fruit upon its roof;
And the cherry tree so near it grew
That when awake I've lain,
In the lonesome nights, I've heard the limbs
As they creaked against the pane.
The sweetbrier, under the window sill,
Which the early birds made glad,
And the damask rose, by the garden fence,
Were all the flowers we had.