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Updated: June 9, 2025
Given up, with the most offensive magnanimity, by Stephen, and not greatly desired by Claude, that seemed the present status of proud Rose Wiley of the Brier Neighborhood. It was June, she remembered, as she leaned out of the open window; at least it was June in Edgewood, and she supposed for convenience's sake they called it June in Boston.
"This," and he held out a small package that he had been carrying. It was box-shaped and neatly wrapped in light-brown paper. The parcel was addressed to S. A. Davidge, 32 Edgewood Road, Exeter, England, and it bore a pasted label that read, "From Redfield & Company, Silversmiths, Maiden Lane, New York City."
Justin Peabody had once faithfully struggled with the practical difficulties of life in Edgewood, or so he had thought, in those old days of which Nancy Wentworth was thinking as she wiped the paint of the Peabody pew.
"What! That rich Mrs. Jocelyn?" "I guess so." "Where does she live?" "Up on Edgewood Avenue." "Yes, that's the one," nodded the other. "You are comin' on! I s'pose you don't go to see anybody but millionaires now'days! You hain't been down to my house in an age." "Mrs. Jocelyn was at the hospital," Polly explained, "and she's invited me up to stay all night, because her cousin's coming."
"He shall daily joy dispense Hid in song's sweet influence." Emerson's Merlin. Lyddy had very few callers during her first month as a property owner in Edgewood. Her appearance would have been against her winning friends easily in any case, even if she had not acquired the habits of a recluse. It took a certain amount of time, too, for the community to get used to the fact that old Mrs.
"I happened to think yesterday of the June Holiday Home down in Fair Harbor, and I wondered if you wouldn't rather go there and live than to go anywhere else." For an instant Miss Lily stared. "That beautiful place up on Edgewood Hill? me? go there?" Her mobile face showed a strange mingling of astonishment, fear, and joy. "Certainly! Shouldn't you like to?" "'Like to'! All the rest of my life?
Well, then, they fell to quarrelin'; for o' course the Pleasant River folks said Aaron Peek was the laziest, 'n' the Edgewood boys declared he hedn't got no such record for laziness's Jabe Slocum hed; an' when they was explainin' of it, one way 'n' 'nother, Elder Banks come along, 'n' they asked him to be the judge.
The winter was a cold one, so bitterly cold that even the rapid water at the Gray Rock was a mass of curdled yellow ice, something that had only occurred once or twice before within the memory of the oldest inhabitant. It was also a very gay season for Pleasant River and Edgewood. Never had there been so many card-parties, sleigh-rides, and tavern dances, and never such wonderful skating.
He doesn't mean very much to me just enough so that I don't relish his going to the poorhouse, that's all. "'He'll go to something very like that if he comes to mine, I said. "'Don't worry me with talk, for I can't stand it, she wailed, clutching at her nightgown and flinging back her hair. 'Either you take the child or I send somebody to Edgewood with him, somebody to tell the whole story.
Rose asked herself; and, if so, what was amiss with it, and where was the charm, the bewilderment, the intoxication, the glamour? She had been glad to come to Boston, for the last two weeks in Edgewood had proved intolerable.
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