| Author: | Grace Livingston Hill | ISBN: | 1230000210796 |
| Publisher: | Liongate Press | Publication: | January 19, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Grace Livingston Hill |
| ISBN: | 1230000210796 |
| Publisher: | Liongate Press |
| Publication: | January 19, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Excerpt:
Miss Lucretia opened the screen, and noticed the fine appearance of the young man standing there. He was not shabby enough for an agent. Someone had made a mistake, she supposed. She waited pleasantly for him to tell his errand.
"Is this where Mrs. Carrie Burton lives?" he asked, removing his hat courteously.
And, when she answered, "Yes," his whole face broke into dancing eagerness.
"Is this my Aunt Carrie? I wonder"; and he held out a tentative, appealing hand for welcome. "I'm Donald Grant."
"O!" said Miss Lucretia delightedly, "O!" and she took his hand in both her own. "No, I ain't your Aunt Carrie, I'm your Aunt Crete; but I'm just as glad to see you. I didn't think you'd be so big and handsome. Your Aunt Carrie isn't home. They've just—why—that is—they are—they had planned to be at the shore for three weeks, and they'll be real sorry when they know ." This last sentence was added with extra zeal, for Aunt Crete exulted in the fact that Carrie and Luella would indeed be sorry if they could look into their home for one instant and see the guest from whom they had run away. She felt sure that if they had known how fine-looking a young man he was, they would have stayed and been proud of him.
Excerpt:
Miss Lucretia opened the screen, and noticed the fine appearance of the young man standing there. He was not shabby enough for an agent. Someone had made a mistake, she supposed. She waited pleasantly for him to tell his errand.
"Is this where Mrs. Carrie Burton lives?" he asked, removing his hat courteously.
And, when she answered, "Yes," his whole face broke into dancing eagerness.
"Is this my Aunt Carrie? I wonder"; and he held out a tentative, appealing hand for welcome. "I'm Donald Grant."
"O!" said Miss Lucretia delightedly, "O!" and she took his hand in both her own. "No, I ain't your Aunt Carrie, I'm your Aunt Crete; but I'm just as glad to see you. I didn't think you'd be so big and handsome. Your Aunt Carrie isn't home. They've just—why—that is—they are—they had planned to be at the shore for three weeks, and they'll be real sorry when they know ." This last sentence was added with extra zeal, for Aunt Crete exulted in the fact that Carrie and Luella would indeed be sorry if they could look into their home for one instant and see the guest from whom they had run away. She felt sure that if they had known how fine-looking a young man he was, they would have stayed and been proud of him.
