Augusta Huiell Seaman

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. So this was to be her home-and for three long months Patricia Meade dropped her suitcase on a convenient chair and gazed curiously about her. A hotel bedroom, with stiff-looking twin brass beds, two willow rockers, one straight chair, an imposing mahogany bureau and one small table-absolutely all the furniture, if one excepted the stiff draperies at the windows and one or two not particularly artistic pastel pictures adorning the wall. Through a door and across the intervening sitting-room she could see another bedroom similarly equipped. In the sitting-room, her father, Captain Meade, was tipping the grinning bell-boy who had brought up their luggage, -a snub-nosed, blue-eyed, curly-haired young chap whose gaze was rivetted adoringly on the captain's khaki uniform. When the boy was gone, the captain turned to the door of Patricia's bedroom. "Well, honey Not much like home, eh? Do you think you can stand it for three months? Jove -if she hasn't got her suitcase and is unpacking it already "

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. November 22, 1913. It's all on account of Miss Cullingford that I'm beginning this journal. I never would have thought of such a thing by myself. Neither would Carol. Now we've both begun one, and it's just because Miss Cullingford is so sweet and lovely, and all the girls at Bridgeton High School want to please her, -Carol and myself most of all. Miss Cullingford is our English literature instructor, and we all simply adore her. She's the sweetest thing She's little and slight, with fluffy light hair and dark blue eyes. And she's such an inspiration about literature and English composition She makes it seem actually like a romance. They always seemed terribly dull, those subjects, when we had Miss Trotter last year. But now we're just crazy about them. Well, one of the things she said yesterday in composition class was that every one of us ought to keep a journal, not the kind of diary affair that some people keep, -all about the weather and the number of jars of jam they put up, and how Cousin Hannah called that day -but an occasional record, only written when we felt like it, of the things that happen around us and our ideas about people and so on. She said that the greatest minds of the ages had generally kept such a record, and that they had proved a big addition to history and literature, too. Then, right there, I raised my hand and said that it was fine, of course, for the great minds to do it, especially when they lived in stirring times and had lots interesting to write about; but what was the use of just plain, ordinary people, as young as we were, doing it, especially when there wasn't anything going on that was interesting at all, -just the same old thing every day?

Originally published in 1918. Three Sides of Paradise Green is another Augusta Huiell Seaman book, published a few years after The Boarded-up House, and with kind of a similar setup: Two girls, best friends their entire lives, and a house next door with some kind of history-related secret. Except it's kind of better. This time the girls are named Susan and Carol, and they've just been asked by their English teacher to keep journals for the coming year. The book mostly consists of Susan's journal entries, although there are a few third-person-narrated scenes. -Redeeming Qualities Wordpress ________________ CONTENTS OF "THREE SIDES OF PARADISE GREEN" CHAPTER I THE JOURNAL IS BEGUN CHAPTER II NEW DEVELOPMENTS CHAPTER III THE IMP HAS THE BEST OF IT CHAPTER IV THE MYSTERIOUS "MONSIEUR" CHAPTER V TWO ACCIDENTS AND A MYSTERY CHAPTER VI IN MONSIEUR'S ROOM CHAPTER VII THE IMP MAKES A DISCOVERY CHAPTER VIII THE PORTRAIT OF MYSTERY CHAPTER IX CAROL MAKES A DISCOVERY OF HER OWN CHAPTER X JOTTINGS FROM THE JOURNAL CHAPTER XI LOUIS SPRINGS A SURPRISE-AND THE CONSEQUENCES THEREOF CHAPTER XII WHAT THE IMP KNEW CHAPTER XIII SUSPICIONS CHAPTER XIV A SOLEMN CONCLAVE-AND WHAT CAME OF IT CHAPTER XV MONSIEUR'S STORY CHAPTER XVI AUGUST FOURTH, 1914 CHAPTER XVII THE IMP MAKES A LAST DISCOVERY CHAPTER XVIII THE END OF THE JOURNAL