Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
XXVII.— THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE 278
XXVIII.— THE EFFECT OF DR. DELANO’S FORGIVENESS 291
XXIX.— THE COUNT VON FRAUENSTEIN 301
XXX.— OUT OF THE JAWS OF DEATH 314
XXXI.— INTO A BETTER WORLD 330
XXXII.— THE DISTINGUISHED VISITOR 343
XXXIII.— LEGITIMATE, OR ILLEGITIMATE 360
XXXIV.— THE SLAVE OF THE LAMP 375
XXXV.— THE SLAVE OF THE LAMP OBEYS 387
XXXVI.— THE COUNT’S SPEECH TO HIS WORKMEN 405
XXXVII.— POETIC RETRIBUTION.—GROG-SELLERS INTERVIEWED BY WOMEN 425
XXXVIII.— PROGRESS OF THE WORK 441
XXXIX.— AN HONEST WOMAN 459
XL.— UNDER THE ORANGE-BLOSSOMS 473
XLI.— AFTER THE ORANGE-BLOSSOMS 492
XLII.— A VISIT TO THE SOCIAL PALACE 507
XLIII.— THE INAUGURATION OF THE SOCIAL PALACE 523
XLIV.— THE BIRTH OF THE HEIR 538
PAPA’S OWN GIRL.
CHAPTER I.
AN OLD LETTER.
* * * * I was seven years old when they came—those mysterious little
red-faced sisters, which the day before were nowhere in the universe,
and the next had sprung up before my bewildered young eyes, full dressed
in long white gowns, and looking every way as exactly alike as did the
objects I used to see double by “crossing my eyes” as we called it; a
habit that brought me many a reprimand.
We lived then, as you know, in L——, Massachusetts, and I looked upon the
advent of the little creatures on that fine September morning as the
most wonderful stroke of fortune; but I remember that my mother, lying
very pale and still among her pillows, watched my delight with sad eyes,
and then turned her face wearily to the wall. Aunt Patty, the dear old
Goody, long since sleeping in the village churchyard, entered kindly
into my childish enthusiasm, turning up the skirts of the white dresses,
and then unfolding a mass of soft flannel, finally exposed the velvety
little feet, whose pink toes moved incessantly, as if enamored of the
air. I very soon grew so boisterous in my delight that I had to be sent
ignominiously from the room. I went immediately in search of my brother
Dan, a handsome, rough fellow, whom I found in the kitchen busily
employed with his fishing tackle; for the unusual excitement in the
house afforded him an opportunity to sly off to the river, where mother
had forbidden him to go on pain of severe penalties. I began eagerly
imparting the news.
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