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25 Works of Alice Brown

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The Cry Fairy

Story type: Literature

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There was once a fairy who wanted to know all the things that ever were. This was very unusual, because most fairies know a great deal more than they have time to do; but somehow this fairy, who was named Gillibloom, had an idea that mortals know a great deal and that fairies would be […]

After All

Story type: Literature

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“The land o’ gracious!” said Mrs. Lothrop Wilson, laying down her “drawing-in hook” on the rug stretched between two chairs in the middle of the kitchen, and getting up to look from the window. “If there ain’t Lucindy comin’ out o’ the Pitmans’ without a thing on her head, an’ all them little curls a-flyin’! […]

Number Five

Story type: Literature

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We who are Tiverton born, though false ambition may have ridden us to market, or the world’s voice incited us to kindred clamoring, have a way of shutting our eyes, now and then, to present changes, and seeing things as they were once, as they are still, in a certain sleepy yet altogether individual corner […]

Farmer Eli’s Vacation

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“It don’t seem as if we’d really got round to it, does it, father?” asked Mrs. Pike. The west was paling, and the August insects stirred the air with their crooning chirp. Eli and his wife sat together on the washing-bench outside the back door, waiting for the milk to cool before it should be […]

Told In The Poorhouse

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“Le’ me see,” said old Sally Flint, “was it fifty year ago, or was it on’y forty? Some’er’s betwixt 1825 an’ ’26 it must ha’ been when they were married, an’ ’twas in ’41 he died.” The other old women in the Poorhouse sitting-room gathered about her. Old Mrs. Forbes, who dearly loved a story, […]

Heman’s Ma

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It was half-past nine of a radiant winter’s night, and the Widder Poll’s tooth still ached, though she was chewing cloves, and had applied a cracker poultice to her cheek. She was walking back and forth through the great low-studded kitchen, where uncouth shadows lurked and brooded, still showing themselves ready to leap aloft with […]

Heartsease

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“For as for heartsease, it groweth in a single night.” “What be you doin’ of, Mis’ Lamson?” asked Mrs. Pettis, coming in from the kitchen, where she had been holding a long conversation with young Mrs. Lamson on the possibility of doing over sugar-barberry. Mrs. Pettis was a heavy woman, bent almost double with rheumatism, […]

Cyrus Pendleton sat by the kitchen fire, his stockinged feet, in the oven, and his; hands stretched out toward the kettles, which were bubbling prosperously away, and puffing a cloud of steam, into his face. He was a meagre, sad-colored man, with mutton-chop whiskers so thin as to lie like a shadow on his fallen […]

Joint Owners In Spain

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The Old Ladies’ Home, much to the sorrow of its inmates, “set back from the road.” A long, box-bordered walk led from the great door down to the old turnpike, and thickly bowering lilac-bushes forced the eye to play an unsatisfied hide-and-seek with the view. The sequestered old ladies were quite unreconciled to their leaf-hung […]

At Sudleigh Fair

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Delilah Joyce was sitting on her front doorstone with a fine disregard of the fact that her little clock had struck eight of the morning, while her bed was still unmade. The Tiverton folk who disapproved of her shiftlessness in letting the golden hours, run thus to waste, did grudgingly commend her for airing well. […]

Bankrupt

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Miss Dorcas True stood in her square front entry, saying good-by to Phoebe Marsh. The entry would have been quite dark from its time-stained woodwork and green paper, except for the twilight glimmer swaying and creeping through the door leading into the garden. Out there were the yellow of coreopsis, and the blue of larkspur, […]

Strollers In Tiverton

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In Tiverton, when reminiscences are in order, we go back to one very rich year; then the circus and strolling players came to town, and the usual camp-meeting was followed by an epidemic of scarlet fever, which might have stood forth as the judgment of heaven, save that the newly converted were stricken first and […]

It was the lonesome time of the year: not November, that accomplishment of a gracious death, but the moment before the conscious spring, when watercourses have not yet stirred in awakening, and buds are only dreamed of by trees still asleep but for the sweet trouble within their wood; when the air finds as yet […]

Dooryards

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Tiverton has breezy, upland roads, and damp, sweet valleys; but should you tarry there a summer long, you might find it wasteful to take many excursions abroad. For, having once received the freedom of family living, you will own yourself disinclined to get beyond dooryards, those outer courts of domesticity. Homely joys spill over into […]

A March Wind

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When the clouds hung low, or chimneys refused to draw, or the bread soured over night, a pessimistic public, turning for relief to the local drama, said that Amelia Titcomb had married a tramp. But as soon as the heavens smiled again, it was conceded that she must have been getting lonely in her middle […]

The Mortuary Chest

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“Now we’ve got red o’ the men-folks,” said Mrs. Robbins, “le’s se’ down an’ talk it over.” The last man of all the crowd accustomed to seek the country store at noontime was closing the church door behind him as she spoke. “Here, Ezry,” she called after him, “you hurry up, or you won’t git […]

Horn O’ The Moon

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If you drive along Tiverton Street, and then turn to the left, down the Gully Road, you journey, for the space of a mile or so, through a bewildering succession of damp greenery, with noisy brooks singing songs below you, on either side, and the treetops on the level with your horse’s feet. Few among […]

A Stolen Festival

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David Macy’s house stood on the spur of a breezy upland at the end of a road. The faraway neighbors, who lived on the main highway and could see the passin’, often thanked their stars that they had been called to no such isolation; you might, said they, as well be set down in the […]

A Last Assembling

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This happened in what Dilly Joyce, in deference to a form of speech, was accustomed to call her young days; though really her spirit seemed to renew itself with every step, and her body was to the last a willing instrument. She lived in a happy completeness which allowed her to carry on the joys […]

The Way Of Peace

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It was two weeks after her mother’s funeral when Lucy Ann Cummings sat down and considered. The web of a lifelong service and devotion still clung about her, but she was bereft of the creature for whom it had been spun. Now she was quite alone, save for her two brothers and the cousins who […]

Tiverton Hollow had occasionally an evening meeting; this came about naturally whenever religious zeal burned high, or when the congregation felt, with some uneasiness, that it had remained too long aloof from spiritual things. To-night, the schoolhouse had been designated for an assembling place, and the neighborhood trooped thither, animated by an excited importance, and […]

Honey And Myrrh

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The neighborhood, the township, and the world had been snowed in. Snow drifted the road in hills and hollows, and hung in little eddying wreaths, where the wind took it, on the pasture slopes. It made solid banks in the dooryards, and buried the stone walls out of sight. The lacework of its fantasy became […]

A Second Marriage

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Amelia Porter sat by her great open fireplace, where the round, consequential black kettle hung from the crane, and breathed out a steamy cloud to be at once licked up and absorbed by the heat from a snatching flame below. It was exactly a year and a day since her husband’s death, and she had […]

The Flat-Iron Lot

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The fields were turning brown, and in the dusty gray of the roadside, closed gentians gloomed, and the aster burned like a purple star. It was the finest autumn for many years. People said, with every clear day, “Now this must be a weather-breeder;” but still the storm delayed. Then they anxiously scanned the heavens, […]

The End Of All Living

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The First Church of Tiverton stands on a hill, whence it overlooks the little village, with one or two pine-shaded neighborhoods beyond, and, when the air is clear, a thin blue line of upland delusively like the sea. Set thus austerely aloft, it seems now a survival of the day when men used to go […]