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7 Works of Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

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The Indiscreet Letter

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The Railroad Journey was very long and slow. The Traveling Salesman was rather short and quick. And the Young Electrician who lolled across the car aisle was neither one length nor another, but most inordinately flexible, like a suit of chain armor. More than being short and quick, the Traveling Salesman was distinctly fat and […]

It was Carol who invented the Book. He didn’t mean any harm. I helped him. We called it “The Book of the Funny Smells–and Everything.” It was one Tuesday noon coming home from school that we stopped the Lady on the street. She was a very interesting looking lady. She looked like all sorts of […]

My Mother says that everybody in the world has got some special Gift. Some people have one kind and some have another. I got my skates and dictionary-book last Spring when I was nine. I’ve always had my freckles. My brother Carol’s Gift is Being Dumb. No matter what anybody says to him he doesn’t […]

The Blinded Lady

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The Blinded Lady lived in a little white cottage by the Mill Dam. She had twenty-seven cats! And a braided rug! And a Chinese cabinet all full of peacock-feather fans! Our Father and Mother took us to see them. It smelt furry. Carol wore his blue suit. Rosalee wore an almost grown-up dress. I wore […]

We like our Aunt Esta very much because she doesn’t like us. That is–she doesn’t like us specially. Toys are what our Aunt Esta likes specially. Our Aunt Esta invents toys. She invents them for a store in New York. Our Aunt Esta is thirty years old with very serious hair. I don’t know how […]

Fairy Prince

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In my father’s house were many fancies. Always, for instance, on every Thanksgiving Day it was the custom in our family to bud the Christmas tree. Young Derry Willard came from Cuba. His father and our father had been chums together at college. None of us had ever seen him before. We were very much […]

PART I If you don’t like Christmas stories, don’t read this one! And if you don’t like dogs I don’t know just what to advise you to do! For I warn you perfectly frankly that I am distinctly pro-dog and distinctly pro-Christmas, and would like to bring to this little story whatever whiff of fir-balsam […]