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It was Saturday afternoon, the twenty-fourth of December, and the weary sisters of the Dorcas band rose from their bruised knees and removed their little stores of carpet-tacks from their mouths. Thi
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It was Saturday afternoon, the twenty-fourth of December, and the weary sisters of the Dorcas band rose from their bruised knees and removed their little stores of carpet-tacks from their mouths. Thi
“Ring out, sweet bells, O’er woods and dells Your lovely strains repeat, While happy throngs With joyous songs Each acc…
Justin Peabody silently closed the inner door, and stood in the entry with his head bent and his heart in a whirl until…
These were the reasons that had brought Justin Peabody to Edgewood on the Saturday afternoon before Christmas, and had …
At this precise moment Justin Peabody was eating his own beans and brown bread (articles of diet of which his Detroit l…
Justin Peabody had once faithfully struggled with the practical difficulties of life in Edgewood, or so he had thought,…
The old Meeting House wore an animated aspect when the eventful Friday came, a cold, brilliant, sparkling December day,…
Edgewood, like all the other villages along the banks of the Saco, is full of sunny slopes and leafy hollows. There ar…
The Old Peabody Pew: A Christmas Romance of a Country Church Dedication To a certain handful of dear New England women …
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