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Phebe, Her Profession
About the Author- Anna Chapin Ray (January 3, 1865 - December 13, 1945) was an American author. Born in Westfield, Massachusetts, she was the daughter of Edward Addison Ray and Helen M. (Chapin).In 1881 she was one of the first three women to take the Yale University entrance exam. She studied at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts where she received a B.A. in 1885 and an M.A. in modern European history in 1888. -Wikipedia For more eBooks visit www.kartindo.com
Half a Dozen Girls
About the Author- Anna Chapin Ray (January 3, 1865 - December 13, 1945) was an American author. Born in Westfield, Massachusetts, she was the daughter of Edward Addison Ray and Helen M. (Chapin).In 1881 she was one of the first three women to take the Yale University entrance exam. She studied at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts where she received a B.A. in 1885 and an M.A. in modern European history in 1888. -Wikipedia For more eBooks visit www.kartindo.com
On the Firing Line
About the Author- Anna Chapin Ray (January 3, 1865 - December 13, 1945) was an American author. Born in Westfield, Massachusetts, she was the daughter of Edward Addison Ray and Helen M. (Chapin).In 1881 she was one of the first three women to take the Yale University entrance exam. She studied at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts where she received a B.A. in 1885 and an M.A. in modern European history in 1888. -Wikipedia For more eBooks visit www.kartindo.com
Phebe, Her Profession
Anna Chapin Ray (January 3, 1865 - December 13, 1945) was an American author. Beginning in 1889, Anna became a prolific author; her works included many children's books, but she also published adult novels.
Half A Dozen Girls
Well, resumed Molly, ignoring her brother's threatening glances; "as soon as we turned the corner, coming home, we noticed a most awful smell. It grew worse, the nearer we came to the house; and then we saw the kitchen door wide open, and the smoke just pouring out in streams." Molly's metaphors were becoming mixed, but the girls never minded that, as she continued, "Mamma was dreadfully frightened, for she thought the house was on fire. We rushed in, and there was the meat frizzling away on the stove, and Alan so excited that he was just hopping up and down and crying, and letting it burn away, because he didn't dare take it off. It was more than a week before the smoke was out of the house."
In Blue Creek Canon
About the Author- Anna Chapin Ray (January 3, 1865 - December 13, 1945) was an American author. Born in Westfield, Massachusetts, she was the daughter of Edward Addison Ray and Helen M. (Chapin).In 1881 she was one of the first three women to take the Yale University entrance exam. She studied at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts where she received a B.A. in 1885 and an M.A. in modern European history in 1888. -Wikipedia For more eBooks visit www.kartindo.com
The Cadets of Flemming Hall
Book Excerpt "There comes the stage!" At the word, four or five boys came leaping down the flight of steps and joined the lad watching at the gate, as the old coach crept slowly up the hill. The powerful, iron-gray horses, tired out with their long climb, plodded onward, quite unconscious of the eager faces above them. Suddenly a smooth brown head was popped out of the stage window, followed by an arm that waved vigorously in answer to the ringing cheer which greeted the owner's coming. "Hurrah, there's Hal!" The stage turned in under the arching gateway, and the horses, quickening their pace as they reached their journey's end, toiled up the gravel driveway leading to the steps. Before they had fairly stopped, out jumped a boy of sixteen, dressed in a gray uniform, resplendent with brass buttons. He was immediately seized and surrounded by his schoolmates, all talking at once. "Glad to see you back, old boy!" "So late I was afraid you had cut Flemming Hall for good!"
The Dominant Strain
Beatrix smiled a little wearily. Intimate friends are sometimes cloying, and she felt a certain irritation rising within her, as she watched Sally's bright face under her French toque, and listened to the easy stream of chatter which issued from Sally's lips. Sally had never faced such a crisis as the one confronting Beatrix, that day. Moreover, she had dimples, and it was impossible to believe in the sympathy of a person whose dimples insisted upon coming into sight, even in the midst of serious discussion.
On the Firing Line
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