Susan Baker, the gray and grim and faithful handmaiden of the Blythe family at Ingleside, never lost an opportunity of calling her Mrs. The old name was dear to her old friends, only one of them contemptuously dropped it. Marshall Elliott for thirteen years, but even yet more people referred to her as Miss Cornelia than as Mrs.
The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind came piping down the red harbour road along which Miss Cornelia's comfortable, matronly figure was making its way towards the village of Glen St. It was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour was mirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores.
MISS CORNELIA GETS A NEW POINT OF VIEWĬHAPTER XXXV.
ANOTHER SCANDAL AND ANOTHER EXPLANATIONĬHAPTER XXVI. All rights reserved TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER I.
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