Identifier: dandelioncottage00rank (find matches)
Title: Dandelion cottage
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Rankin, Carroll Watson, b. 1870 Shinn, Florence Scovel, d. 1940 Finley, Elizabeth R
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Publisher: New York : Holt
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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Mabel, asked Jean, a little doubtfully, are you quite sure youll be able to turn a deaf ear if Laura should happen to bother171 172 Dandelion Cottage you ? Im half afraid to leave you two girlshere alone. You neednt be, said Mabel. Iwouldnt associate with Laura if I were paidfor it. She isnt my kind. No, said Marjory, you neednt wor-ry a mite. Were going to sit on the door-step and read a perfectly lovely book thatAunty Jane found at the library — its onethat she liked when she was a little girl.Were going to take turns reading it aloud. Well, that certainly ought to keep youout of mischief. Youll be safe enough ifyou stick to your book. If anything shouldhappen just remember that Im at Betties. Yes, grandma, said Marjory, with acomical grimace. Jean laughed, ran around the house andsqueezed through the hole in the back fence. Half an hour later, lonely Laura, discov-ering the girls on their doorstep, amusedherself by sicing the dog at them.Towser, however, merely growled lazily for
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Laura, perched high on the fence-post, began to sing. P, 173- A Lively Afternoon 173 a few moments and then went to sleep inthe sunshine — he, at least, cherished noparticular grudge against the girls and prob-ably by that time he recognised them asneighbours. Then Laura perched herself on one ofthe square posts of the dividing fence andbegan to sing in her high, rasping, exasper-ating voice, a song that was almost too per-sonal to be pleasant. It had taken Lauraalmost two hours to compose it, some dayspreviously, and fully another hour to com-mit it to memory, but she sang it now in anoff-hand, hap-hazard way that led the girlsto suppose that she was making it up as shewent along. It ran thus: ** Theres a lanky girl named Jean,Whos altogether too lean. Her mouth is too big. And she wears a wig,And her eyes are bright sea-green. Of course it was quite impossible to readeven a thrillingly interesting book with rude 174 Dandelion Cottage Laura making such a disturbance. If thegirls ha

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