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Updated: June 23, 2025
From the day, the June before, when she had gone there to visit her friend, Hannah Eldred, she had felt a keen sense of "belonging," especially pleasant because her frail health had compelled her to lead a somewhat secluded life at home, and she had not felt really acquainted with the young people in the little town of Winsted, where she had always lived. Now all that was changing.
I don't blame him for resigning and eating his heart out. Not a poem of mine will I send you, Mr. Penfield, or any of your hard-hearted staff. I'll confine myself to finding out what's happening in Winsted, and leave the head-lines to your own inventive genius." Two days later, the editorial staff of the Courier had an impromptu meeting in the library.
He was in a mood to recognize opportunities, and the unprotected condition of Algernon's desk was suggestive. Never was a librarian more hostile to little prying fingers than A. Swinburne of the Winsted City Library. Elsmere felt a certain constraint, even alone with opportunity. The door opened and a very small person came in and walked over to the desk. "What you want?" asked Elsmere gravely.
If she should do anything so domestic, half Winsted would break out with mumps or chickenpox. Where did you say we'd have the meeting?" "At the boat house. We might as well use it, now we have it. But I didn't know you broke out with mumps." "That's only figurative. Polly, why have you gone back to braids and bows? You look very infantile for a real Wellesley sophomore."
As President of the Winsted Boat Club and Library Association, I hereby appoint you and Geraldine Winthrop a Standing Mouse Committee with full power to act." "Dorcas to be official executioner, I trust," and Bert held the door open for Dorcas, bowing low as she passed. That afternoon the B. C. & L. A. gathered in force.
"I tell you, I'm proud to make my entrance by the side of the real Librarian of the Winsted City Library." "Leave your scarf here, Catriona darling," said Polly, greeting her guests in the doorway. "You don't need to prink. Mother, Father, here are Catherine and Algernon." Mrs. Osgood came forward and took Catherine's hand with ceremony. Then she turned to Algernon. "This is really an occasion.
As it was in a Kansas paper, which spoke of some one's 'blowing large chunks of melody out of a flute. But the charm of these Winsted gems is the entire unconsciousness of the writer. For instance, here: 'The élite lingerie of Winsted invited their gentleman friends to a leap-year ball!" "O, see here!" cried Hannah, turning the pages joyfully. "'The hall was decorated with syringe blossoms!"
The great porch at the Osgoods' "palatial residence," as the Winsted Courier always faithfully referred to the house, was alight with square pink lanterns. A long strip of carpet ran out to the sidewalk, and as she stepped upon it, Catherine put her hair back with a quick gesture and smiled up at her tall companion.
He seems to feel the whole burden of her. If she starts to do anything naughty, he says: 'Perdita, you mustn't, and Perdita doesn't." "It's lucky Perdita hasn't Elsmere for a brother," suggested Dot. "There'd be no living in Winsted if she had, for even Peter can't keep a wicked look out of her eye at times." "Room for a tired man in your party, children?" Dr. Harlow joined the group.
And Miss Hale had no sooner appeared than Nan telephoned for her trunks and made a dinner engagement that would keep her until the next night at least. In the morning Will remembered that John Parsons was still at Winsted, and announced that he should spend the following day on an exploring tour over there. And Mr.
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