Eleanor H. Porter

"A little girl—coming here, Miss Harrington? Oh, won't that be nice!" cried Nancy, thinking of the sunshine her own little sisters made in the home at "The Corners."

wing-trimmed hat

frightened remonstrance in the girl's eyes.

she retorted sharply, nettled in her turn

cross with you

a dent in the gloom!

I sha'n't keep her!"

was on a morning errand today

drives me nearly wild

whittling half-heartedly