2 Works of Beatrice Harraden
It was one o’clock, and many of the students in the National Gallery had left off work and were refreshing themselves with lunch and conversation. There was one old worker who had not stirred from his place, but he had put down his brush, and had taken from his pocket a small book, which was [...]
It was about four in the afternoon when a young girl came into the salon of the little hotel at C—- in Switzerland, and drew her chair up to the fire.
“You are soaked through,” said an elderly lady, who was herself trying to get roasted. “You ought to lose no time in changing your clothes.”