Other years, by the time the mid-June days were come, the little brook that sang through John McIntyre's pasture-field had shrunk to a mere jeweled thread of golden pools and silver shallows, with he
作者：Marian Keith9个月前
Like the great rest that cometh after pain,The calm that follows storm, the great surcease,Like the great rest that cometh after pain,The calm that follows storm, the great surcease,
作者：Marian Keith9个月前
All afternoon the little town had lain dozing under the lullaby of a June rain. It was not so much a rain as a gentle dewy mist, touching the lawns and gardens and the maple trees that lined each str
作者：Marian Keith9个月前
Miss Gordon was made of good Scotch granite, with a human heart beneath. The veneer of gentility had underneath it the pure gold of character. She seized the helm of the family ship with a heroic han
作者：Marian Keith9个月前
