MERRY TIMES PROMISED
Little Rose Atherton sat on the lower step of the three broad ones that led down from the piazza, and she wondered if there were, in all the world, a lovelier spot than Avondale.
"And we live in the finest part of Avondale," she said, continuing her thoughts aloud. "Tho' wherever Uncle John is, seems better than anywhere else."
She had spent the bright, happy summer at the shore, and surely UncleJohn's fine... more...