My Wonderful Visit (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903. Excerpt: ... IN WHICH I REPRESENT NATIONS THE next day we went to Sunday-school. The Sunday-school was in a meeting-house two miles up Duck-Pond way, on the Blackstrap road. When I saw Cousin Sally currying Charlie that morning, I inferred that we were to ride; but she said no, she Was currying Charlie for his own sake, not for ours, and we must walk. "And it's high time that you were getting ready," she added. "Ask Molly to help you." Molly was willing, so I began to put on my Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes. Now I hope you won't think that I am bragging, but, really, that costume was something remarkable; and this is the reason why: every article of it came from some foreign land, and each one had what I called "a history." You would have thought me a bride being dressed for her wedding if you had seen the attention they all paid me, buttoning and hooking me, and patting me down, admiring, exclaiming, questioning: " Where did you say this came from, Lucy?" "Who did you say brought this home, Lucy?" and so on. I will tell you about it; it is a rather long story, but I am sure that you will find it interesting. You remember my speaking about the curious embroidered front of the white dress? Well, it was a lawn that came from India; and in those days, when embroideries were not so plentiful and cheap as they are now, and one spoke respectfully even of " Hamburgs," an embroidered India lawn was considered a nice dress. The front was laceworked all over with palm leaves and singular flowers, and the embroidery trailed and meandered in vines around the skirt and sleeves. "A cap'n my grandpa knew (he's dead now)," I told them, "brought it home for his little girl; and she died; and when I was a baby his wife gave it to my mother for me, because she knew by the looks of me whe...