Love stories; Nurses -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
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Leerie
Ruth Sawyer
[Illustration: Leerie]
LEERIE
BY
RUTH SAWYER
AUTHOR OF
SEVEN MILES TO ARDEN, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY
CLINTON BALMER
"_And O! before you hurry by
With ladder and with light,
O Leerie, see a little child
And nod to him to-night!_"
GROSSET & DUNLAP
NEW YORK PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
LEERIE
Copyright 1920, by Harper & Brothers
Printed in the United States of America
_To Lamplighters--the world over_
CONTENTS
Chap. Page
Foreword ix
I. The Man Who Feared Sleep 3
II. Old King Cole 40
III. The Changeling 77
IV. For the Honor of the San 116
V. The Last of the Surgical 155
VI. Monsieur Satan 191
VII. The Lad Who Outsang the Stars 232
VIII. Into Her Own 269
Afterword 306
ILLUSTRATIONS
Leerie _Frontispiece_
Holding him high for Peter to admire _Facing p._ 100
"The first look I had told me she had gone quite mad" " 216
"He will require more care, better dressing" " 302
Foreword
I like to write stories. Best of all I like to write stories about people
who help the world to go round with a little more cheer and good will than
is usual. You know--and I know--there are a few who put into life
something more than the bare ingredients. They add a plum here--extra
spice there. They bake it well--and then they trim it up like an
all-the-year-round birthday cake with white frosting, angelica, and red
cherries. Last of all they add the candles and light them so that it glows
warmly and invitingly for all; fine to see, sweet to taste.
Of course, there are not so many people with the art or the will to do
this, and, having done it, they have not always the bigness of heart to
pass it round for the others to share. But I like to make it my business
to find as many as I can; and when I am lucky enough to find one I pop
him--or her--into a book, to have and to hold always as long as books last
and memory keeps green.
Not long ago I was ill--ridiculously ill--and my doctor popped me into a
sanitarium. "Here's the place," I said, "where people are needed to make
the world go round cheerfully, if they are needed anywhere." And so I set
about to get well and find one.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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