<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
<h3>FIVE AND ONE MAKE SIX.</h3>
<div class='unindent'><br/> ALONG hush followed these few
words of explanation. Gertrude
was too stunned to ask further
questions. Mechanically she moved
toward her room, and took off her hat and
coat; but all the time she was washing her
hands and smoothing her hair, her ears were
strained for sounds from Georgie's room,
which was next her own. There was very
little to be heard,—only a low, continuous
murmur of conversation, broken now and then
by a louder word; but all so subdued that
Candace, sitting on the staircase seat, caught
nothing. Marian, rushing up after her mother,
had been stopped by the explanation that
Georgie was not well, and wanted to be alone
with mamma. After a little natural outburst<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</SPAN></span>
of impatience, she too seemed to catch the
vague sense of crisis that was in the air,
and settled down quietly, with her head on
Candace's knee, to wait.</div>
<p>It was a long waiting. The red sunset sky
faded into pallor, and the stars came out.
Gertrude, restless with suspense, joined the
other two. Both she and Candace were too
nervous for ordinary talk, and Marian's presence
precluded any mention of the subject
with which their thoughts were full; so the
trio sat mostly in silence. Frederic was heard
to pass down the upper entry and announce
dinner; but Mrs. Gray only answered by the
word "Presently," and did not open the
door. The shadows grew darker as the dusk
deepened, till after a while the gas in the
hall was lighted, when they fled to the remoter
corners, and consoled themselves by
casting an added blackness wherever they
were permitted to fall,—the only consolation
possible to shadows.</p>
<p>To the anxious watchers on the window bench
the time seemed very long; and in fact<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</SPAN></span>
it was nearly eight o'clock before Georgie's
door was heard to open, and Mrs. Gray to
pass across the hall to her own room. She
only stayed there a few minutes. The girls
sprang up to receive her as she came downstairs,
and the older ones looked anxiously
in her face. She was tired and paler than
usual, and her eyes showed that she had
been crying; but her smile was brave and
clear as she put her arm round Candace, and
gave her a long kiss.</p>
<p>"You must be half starved, my dears,"
she said. "Georgie has a bad headache, and
I have sent her to bed. She won't come
down again to-night; we will have dinner
at once."</p>
<p>They went to dinner, accordingly. Marian
held fast to her mother's hand; but Mrs.
Gray kept the other arm round Candace, and
there was a warmth and tenderness in the
touch which thrilled through Cannie's heart.
She felt, without asking why, that Cousin
Kate loved her more than usual that night,
and it made her happy.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Jane had been deeply aggrieved at the
long delay of the dinner; but she was a
woman of resources as well as principle, and,
as a member in good and regular standing
of the Second Baptist Church, knew that
forgiveness of injuries was a branch of Christian
duty. She reminded herself, beside, that
"Missis wasn't often that inconsiderate, and
most probably there was reasons this time,"
which made it easier to overlook her offence.
So she kept some things back, and took some
things off, and managed to send in the food
in an eatable condition, instead of letting it
calcine into cinders as a less conscientious
and capable cook would have done.</p>
<p>Marian went to bed; but still Mrs. Gray
said not a word about Georgie and her confession.
She looked weary and preoccupied,
and Gertrude fancied—but perhaps it was
only fancy—that there was a shade of coldness
in her mother's manner towards herself.
They were all glad when the time came to
separate; but before she slept that night, Mrs.
Gray sent a telegram to her husband.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Mr. Gray appeared next day on the earliest
possible train. There was a long consultation
in the library, in which Georgie took a part.
She came out with her eyes red with crying,
but somehow looking relieved, too, and with
a peaceful look in her face which had been
absent from it of late. Candace, passing her
on the stairs, averted her eyes shyly, and was
altogether astonished at being caught in a
tight embrace and kissed several times.</p>
<p>"It's all right," Georgie whispered. "Papa
has been, oh, so kind! and mamma is like
an angel to me. You were just right; and I
never can thank you enough, you dear!"</p>
<p>"Oh, how glad I am!" cried Cannie, clasping
her hands together in sudden relief.</p>
<p>Georgie said no more; she gave Cannie
another kiss, and hurried away.</p>
<p>What steps Mr. Gray took to get rid of
Alexander, the girls never knew; but whatever
they may have been, they were effectual.
He disappeared from Newport the very next
day, and neither Berry Joy nor Georgie ever
saw or heard of him again. It is only on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</SPAN></span>
women and girls, and men who are as weak
and uninstructed as women, that rascals of
his low stamp venture to practise their arts.
The moment a man of boldness and resource
appears on the scene, one who knows the laws
and is not afraid to invoke their protection,
black-mailers quail and vanish.</p>
<p>Such an affair cannot, however, be made
straight without a good deal of suffering to
all concerned. Georgie was forgiven. She
was saved from the consequences of her own
folly and imprudence; but she could not forgive
herself, nor could she forget the deep
pain and mortification she had given to the
parents she loved, or ignore the fact that she
had forfeited something of their good opinion,
and that it would take her a long time to
regain it. Gertrude, too, had her share to
endure. She had a strong sense of honor
and a high opinion of her own powers; yet
in this the first real test of her life, she had
failed miserably, and not only given Georgie
no assistance, but had helped to confirm her
in her error. Berenice Joy received her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</SPAN></span>
portion of punishment in the shape of an
interview, which she found most disagreeable,
with Mr. Gray. At her urgent entreaty, he
gave up his intention of telling the story to
her mother, but she felt that she was disgraced
in his eyes and in those of Mrs. Gray;
and though she cried, and looked very pretty,
and was properly grateful and distressed, and
assured Mr. Gray that she should never forget
how good he had been to her, and that he
couldn't imagine how much she and Georgie
had suffered just for a moment of thoughtlessness,
she was aware all the time that her
tears and her gratitude made no impression,
and that he did not believe in her. She was
sure that all intimacy between herself and
Georgie would be discouraged thenceforward;
and this was a real punishment, for Berry
counted a good deal on the Grays, and had
built some social hopes on her position as their
friend. Her forebodings proved true. Her
little gush of thankfulness and penitence did
not touch Mr. Gray's heart in the least. He
saw that Berry was a dangerous friend for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</SPAN></span>
his soft-hearted, easily influenced Georgie, and
told his wife that he decidedly objected to
the girls' having anything more to do with
her. Mrs. Gray agreed with him in opinion;
and though there was no open rupture
between the families, Berry found herself
after that placed on the footing of an ordinary
acquaintance, and was never able to regain
her old position with any of the Gray
family.</p>
<p>But before this conversation took place it
was finally settled that Candace was to stay
always, and be Cousin Kate's fourth daughter,
and a sister to her three cousins.</p>
<p>Parents, sisters, home,—this was a rich
endowment, indeed, for a lonely, orphaned
girl to fall heir to. But Cannie had earned
her good fortune, and every member of the
family had learned to value and to wish to
keep her.</p>
<p>It was Mrs. Gray who broke the happy
news to her.</p>
<p>"Shall you like it? Will you be content
to stay with us always?" she asked.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Why, Cousin Kate, what a question! How
could I help liking it? I never knew what
happy meant, till I came to you," answered
Cannie, flushed with emotion and pleasure.
"It's only that it seems too good to be true!
Why, only yesterday I was counting the days
till the fifteenth of October; because, you
know, you are going back to town then, and
I thought you would send me back to Aunt
Myra, and I said, 'I shall only be happy for
twenty-four days more, perhaps only twenty-three,'—for,
you see, I didn't feel sure that
you could keep me till the very last day.
And now there is going to be no end to the
happy times. I can't see what makes you so
good to me, Cousin Kate."</p>
<p>"I think we can understand that better
than you can," her cousin replied. "We need
you, Cannie, as much as you need us. The
benefit will be mutual."</p>
<p>"Need <i>me!</i> when you have Cousin Court
and the girls?"</p>
<p>"Cousin Court and the girls need you
too.—Don't we, Georgie? Come in and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</SPAN></span>
help me explain to Candace that all of us
want her, and all of us are glad to have her
stay."</p>
<p>"Indeed, we do. Cannie, I can't talk about
it, for it's like a bad dream from which I
have waked up, and I don't like to recall it;
but I never shall forget how good you were
to me that horrible day. It was you who
persuaded me to go to mamma. I never
should have gone if you hadn't somehow
swept me up and made me. And, oh, if I
hadn't!—How could I be afraid of you, dear,
darling mamma?—She was just what you
said she would be, Cannie. She knew just
what to do; she understood in a moment.
She was so kind! I feel as if Trinity Church
had been rolled off my mind. It was all your
doing, and I never can forget it."</p>
<p>"Georgie is right," said Mrs. Gray. "Don't
look so bewildered, dear. You did her a real
service in persuading her to be brave and
frank. I don't know why it is so hard for
children to trust their parents. It is the
parents' fault somehow, no doubt."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Oh, mother, <i>no!</i> It was only that I
dreaded to have you think ill of me."</p>
<p>"Not quite," said Mrs. Gray, shaking her
head. "I must blame myself a little. I must
have made some mistake with you all, when
even Gertrude could not believe that I would
not be harsh and unforgiving. But we have
had our lesson, Georgie, and we will not do
so badly again, especially as there will be this
dear little new sister of yours to help us to
keep straight. We need not talk any more
about it, but, Cannie, we all feel that to have
you with us will be good for us all. There is
nothing in the world so rare and so precious
as clear truth, and the courage to hold fast
by it; and we have proved that you possess
both."</p>
<p>"And don't you think that it will be good
for me?" said Cannie, her eyes shining with
grateful tears.</p>
<p>"Yes; we can help you too. It is one of
the good things in this world that help is
almost always on both sides.—Marian," as
that small person passed the door, "what do<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</SPAN></span>
you think of having Cannie permanently for
a sister?"</p>
<p>"Really! Will she stay? Oh, how perfectly—daisy!"
And Marian threw her
arms round Candace's neck, and gave her a
squeeze which left no doubt as to her approval
of the plan.</p>
<p>Only one cloud now remained on Candace's
horizon of happiness. Mrs. Gray had become
like a very mother to her. Her bright, perpetual,
all-understanding tenderness was like
daily food to Candace's hungering heart. Mr.
Gray had taken her into the highest favor.
He had always liked Cannie and been kind to
her, but now he petted her almost as much as
he petted Marian. He scarcely ever came back
from New York without bringing her some
little gift,—a book, a trinket, a box of bonbons,—as
a proof that she had been in his
thoughts. The latest and prettiest of these
was on her finger now,—a pearl ring with
the word "Truth" engraved inside its golden
circlet. Georgie and Marian had welcomed
her heartily; but Gertrude,—Gertrude had<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</SPAN></span>
said nothing. She was always cordial now,
and a sort of added respect and liking had
appeared in her manner since the Alexander
episode; but about the new arrangement
which made Candace one of the family, she
had not spoken a word. Till she did, till
she was sure that Gertrude too was content
to have her stay, Cannie's happiness could
not be complete.</p>
<p>The fourteenth of October at length arrived.
It was the last day of their Newport season,
but Candace no longer dreaded the break-up.
It did not mean separation and loneliness now,
only the change to a new and different scene,
which might be as delightful in its way as
the summer had been. Yet Newport was
still in full beauty, and it seemed a pity to
leave it. No frosts had fallen to dim the
glory of the flowers. The honeysuckles were
still starred with their white, gold-anthered
blossoms; the geranium beds looked as gay,
the foliage plants as superb as ever; while
the green of the grass was as fresh as in July.
Here and there a little drift of yellow leaves<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</SPAN></span>
lay under the trees, but it was the only sign
of autumn. Georgie gathered a great basketful
of nasturtiums, heliotrope, and mignonette
to carry down to Miss Gisborne, and Marian
was sent off in the village-cart with a similar
basketful for Mrs. Frewen. The house was
all in a confusion of packing. Frederic was
wrapping tissue-paper round the picture-frames,
Elizabeth counting linen and silver,
the gardeners emptying the balcony boxes.
Mrs. Gray proposed that Gertrude and
Candace should go for a last walk on the
Cliffs, and so be out of the way of these
discomforts.</p>
<p>"There is nothing for you to do," she said.
"Only don't stay too late, and come in before
it grows dark. We are to have a 'thick
tea' at half-past six, in place of a regular
dinner. I thought it would be less trouble
on this busy day."</p>
<p>It was to Pulpit Rock that the two cousins
bent their way. The Cliffs were even lonelier
now than they had been when Candace first
visited them. There were no bathers in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</SPAN></span>
surf; no carriages were drawn up on the higher
part of the beach, and the road leading around
Easton's Point showed only a few scattered
figures and one solitary horseman on its entire
length. Here and there along the windings
of the Cliff Walk a single walker appeared,
dark against the brightness of the sky, or
two girls were seen pacing the smooth gravel,
with fluttering dresses, and hair blown by the
soft October wind. The sea was as beautiful
in color as ever, but it had changed with the
change of the season. The blue seemed more
rarefied, the opalescent tints more intense;
deep purple reflections lay in the shadows
made by the rocky points, and there was a
bright clearness of atmosphere quite unlike
the dream-like mistiness of the summer.</p>
<p>The cousins sat side by side on the big
rock, just where they had sat on that June
day which seemed to Candace so long ago.
Gertrude was no longer critical or scornful.
She sat a little farther back than Candace,
and from time to time glanced at her side-face
with a sort of puzzled expression. Cannie,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</SPAN></span>
happening to turn, caught the look; it embarrassed
her a little, and to hide the embarrassment
she began to talk.</p>
<p>"Did you know that Cousin Kate is going
to let me live with you always?" she asked.</p>
<p>"Yes; mamma told me."</p>
<p>"Isn't she good?" went on Candace, impulsively.
"I can hardly believe yet that it
is true. What makes you all so very, very
kind to me, I can't think."</p>
<p>"I haven't been particularly kind," said
Gertrude, suddenly. "Candace,—I might
as well say it at once, for it's been a good
deal on my mind lately,—I wish you would
forget how nasty I was when you first came
to us."</p>
<p>"Were you nasty?" said Candace, trying
to speak lightly, but with a flush creeping
into her face.</p>
<div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/gs287.png" width-obs="354" height-obs="500" alt="The Cliffs. "I shall always love this rock," said Candace.—Page 281." title="" /> <span class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Cliffs.</span><br/> "I shall always love this rock," said Candace.—Page 281.</span></div>
<p>"Yes, I was; very nasty. I didn't care to
have you come, in the first place; and I thought
you seemed awkward and countrified, and I
didn't like your clothes, and I was afraid the
girls here would laugh at you. It was a mean<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</SPAN></span>
sort of feeling, and the worst thing is that I
didn't see that it was mean. I was ashamed
of you; but now I am ashamed, dreadfully
ashamed, of myself. I felt so much wiser and
more knowing than you then; and yet when
Georgie, my own sister, got into this dreadful
trouble and came to me for help, I had
none to give her. I was as much a coward
as she was. I gave her bad advice; and
it was you, whom I laughed at and was
unkind to, who saw what she ought to do,
and was brave and really helped. When I
think of it all, I feel as if I couldn't forgive
myself."</p>
<p>"Why, Gertrude dear, don't!" cried Cannie;
for Gertrude was almost crying. "I don't
wonder you didn't care for me at first. I
was dreadfully awkward and stupid. And you
never were nasty to me. Don't say such
things! But"—with a shy longing to remove
beyond question the doubt which had
troubled her—"you <i>do</i> like me now? You
are not sorry that I am to stay and live with
you?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Sorry! No; I am very, very glad. You
are the best girl I know. It will do me heaps
of good to have you in the house."</p>
<p>"Oh, how delightful!" cried Cannie. "Now
I haven't a thing to wish for. It is all nonsense
about my doing you good, but I am so
glad you want me to stay."</p>
<p>The two girls nestled closer and kissed each
other, with a new sense of friendship and
liking. The west wind blew past, making
little quick eddies on the surface of the water.
The gulls flew lower, their white wings flashing
close to the flashing surf; sails far out at
sea gleamed golden in the level rays of the
sunset; a yellow light enveloped the farther
point.</p>
<p>"I shall always love this rock," said Candace.</p>
<p>Gertrude began the downward climb; but
Candace paused a moment on the summit, and
turned for a last look at the water. Every
glittering foam-cap, every glinting sail,
seemed to her to wave a signal of glad
sympathy and congratulation. "Good-by,"
she softly whispered. "But I shall come back.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</SPAN></span>
You belong to me now." She kissed her
hand to the far blue horizon; then with a
smile on her face, she turned, and followed
Gertrude down the steep rock-face, a happy
girl.</p>
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<p><i>Miss Alcott has a faculty of entering into the lives and feelings of children
that is conspicuously wanting in most writers who address them; and to this
cause, to the consciousness among her readers that they are hearing about
people like themselves, instead of abstract qualities labelled with names, the
popularity of her books is due.</i>—<span class="smcap">Mrs. Sarah J. Hale.</span></p>
<p><i>Dear Aunt Jo! You are embalmed in the thoughts and loves of thousands
of little men and women.</i>—<span class="smcap">Exchange.</span></p>
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<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Little Women; or Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Hospital Sketches, and Camp and Fireside Stories.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>An Old-Fashioned Girl.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Little Men: Life at Plumfield with Jo's Boys.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Jo's Boys and How they Turned Out.</b> A sequel to "Little Men." With portrait of "Aunt Jo." 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Eight Cousins; or, The Aunt-Hill.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Rose in Bloom.</b> A sequel to "Eight Cousins." 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Under the Lilacs.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Jack and Jill.</b> A Village Story. With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Work:</b> A Story of Experience. With character illustrations by Sol Eytinge. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Moods.</b> A Novel. New edition, revised and enlarged. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>A Modern Mephistopheles, and A Whisper in the Dark.</b> 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Silver Pitchers, and Independence.</b> A Centennial Love Story. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.25</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Proverb Stories.</b> New edition, revised and enlarged. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.25</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Spinning-Wheel Stories.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.25</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>A Garland for Girls, and Other Stories.</b> With illustrations. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.25</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>My Boys, &c.</b> First volume of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Shawl-Straps.</b> Second volume of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Cupid and Chow-Chow, &c.</b> Third volume of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>My Girls, &c.</b> Fourth volume of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Jimmy's Cruise in the Pinafore, &c.</b> Fifth volume of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>An Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving, &c.</b> Sixth volume of Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Little Women.</b> Illustrated. Embellished with nearly 200 characteristic illustrations from original designs drawn expressly for this edition of this noted American Classic. One small quarto, bound in cloth, with emblematic designs</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>2.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Little Women Series.</b> Comprising Little Women; Little Men; Eight Cousins; Under the Lilacs; An Old-Fashioned Girl; Jo's Boys; Rose in Bloom; Jack and Jill. 8 large 16mo volumes in a handsome box</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>12.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Miss Alcott's novels in uniform binding in sets.</b> Moods; Work; Hospital Sketches; A Modern Mephistopheles, and A Whisper in the Dark. 4 volumes. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>6.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><b>Lulu's Library.</b> Vols. I., II., III. A collection of New Stories. 16mo</div>
</td><td align='right' valign='bottom'>3.00</td></tr>
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<div class='blockquot'><p><i>These books are for sale at all bookstores, or will be mailed, post-paid, on
receipt of price, to any address.</i></p>
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<span style="margin-right: 4em;">ROBERTS BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>,</span><br/>
<i>Boston, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Mas'">Mass</ins>.</i><br/></div>
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<h2>Miss A. G. Plympton's Story Books.</h2>
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<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>DEAR DAUGHTER DOROTHY.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo</td><td align='right'>$1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>DOROTHY AND ANTON.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> A Sequel to "Dear Daughter Dorothy." Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo</td><td align='right'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>BETTY, A BUTTERFLY.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo</td><td align='right'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>THE LITTLE SISTER OF WILIFRED.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> A Story. Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo,</td><td align='right'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>ROBIN'S RECRUIT.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo</td><td align='right'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>PENELOPE PRIG AND OTHER STORIES.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo</td><td align='right'>1.00</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><br/><i>RAGS AND VELVET GOWNS.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'> Illustrated by the author. Square 12mo, cloth back, paper sides</td><td align='right'>.50</td></tr>
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<div class='blockquot'><p><i>Sold by all Booksellers. Mailed, postpaid, by the Publishers,</i></p>
<div class='sig'><span style="margin-right: 3em;">ROBERTS BROTHERS,</span><br/>
<span class="smcap">Boston</span>.</div>
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<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3>
<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p>
<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.</p>
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