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IN THE HIGH VALLEY (Katy Karr Chronicles) Adventures of Katy, Clover and the Rest of the Carr Family (Including the story 'Curly Locks') - What Katy Did Series von Coolidge, Susan (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 22.04.2016
  • Verlag: e-artnow
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IN THE HIGH VALLEY (Katy Karr Chronicles)

This carefully crafted ebook: 'IN THE HIGH VALLEY (Katy Karr Chronicles)' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. In the High Valley - Belongs to What Katy Did series and narrates the story of the cousins from Britain, Lionel and Imogen, on a visit to their American counterparts. Clover, Katy Carr's sister, is now happily married. She is at her wits end with Imogen's prejudices and Katy makes a comeback. 'Curly Locks' - is an additional short story which shows Dr. Carr, the father of Katy and Clover, with one of his little patients. Susan Coolidge, pen name of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey (1835-1905), was an American children's author who is best known for her Katy Carr Series. The fictional Carr family of this series was modeled after Woolsey's own family and the protagonist Katy Carr was inspired by Woolsey herself; while the brothers and sisters 'Little Carrs' were modeled on her four younger siblings.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: watermark
    Seitenzahl: 300
    Erscheinungsdatum: 22.04.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9788026853527
    Verlag: e-artnow
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IN THE HIGH VALLEY (Katy Karr Chronicles)

Chapter III.
The Last of Devon and the First of America
Table of Contents
With the morrow came the parting from home. "Farewell" is never an easy word to say when seas are to separate those who love each other, but the Young family uttered it bravely and resolutely. Lionel, who was impatient to get to work and to his beloved High Valley, was more than ready to go. His face, among the sober ones, looked aggressively cheerful.

"Cheer up, mother," he said, consolingly. "You'll be coming over in a year or two with the Pater, and Moggy and I will give you such a good time as you never had in your lives. We'll all go up to Estes Park and camp out for a month. I can see you now coming down the trail on a burro,-what fun it will be."

"Who knows?" said Mrs. Young, with a smile that was half a sigh. She and her husband had sent a good many sons and daughters out into the world to seek their fortunes, and so far not one of them had come back. To be sure, all were doing well in their several ways,-Cyril in India, where he had an excellent appointment, and the second boy in the army; two were in the navy, and Tom and Giles in Van Diemen's Land, where they were making a very good thing out of a sheep ranch. There was no reason why Lionel should not be equally lucky with his cattle in Colorado; there were younger children to be considered; it was "all in the day's work," the natural thing. Large families must separate, parents could not expect to keep their grown boys and girls with them always. So they dismissed the two who were now going forth cheerfully, uncomplainingly, and with their blessing, but all the same it was not pleasant; and Mrs. Young shed some quiet tears in the privacy of her own room, and her husband looked very serious as he strode down the Southampton docks after saying good-by to his children on board the steamer.

Imogen had never been on a great sea-going vessel before, and it struck her as being very crowded and confused as well as bewilderingly big. She stood clutching her bags and bundles nervously and feeling homesick and astray while farewells and greetings went on about her, and the people who were going and those who were to stay behind seemed mixed in an inextricable tangle on the decks. Then a bell rang, and gradually the groups separated; those who were not going formed themselves into a black mass on the pier; there was a great fluttering of handkerchiefs, a plunge of the screw, and the steamer was off.

Lionel, who had been seeing to the baggage, now appeared, and took Imogen down to her stateroom, advising her to get out all her warm things and make ready for a rough night.

"There's quite a sea on outside," he remarked. "We're in for a rolling if not for a pitching."

"Lion!" cried Imogen, indignantly. "Do you mean to say that you suppose I'm going to be sick,-I, a Devonshire girl born and bred, who have lived by the sea all my life? Never!"

"Time will show," was the oracular response. "Get the rugs out, any way, and your brushes and combs and things, and advise Miss What-d'-you-call-her to do the same."

"Miss What-d'-you-call-her" was Imogen's room-mate, a perfectly unknown girl, who had been to her imagination one of the chief bug-bears of the voyage. She was curled up on the sofa in a tumbled little heap when they entered the stateroom, had evidently been crying, and did not look at all formidable, being no older than Imogen, very small and shy, a soft, dark-eyed appealing creature, half English, half Belgic by extraction, and going out, it appeared, to join a lover who for three years had been in California making ready for her. He was to meet her in New York, with a clergyman in his pocket, so to speak, and as soon as the marriage ceremony was performed, they were to set out for their ranch in the San Gabriel Valley, to raise grapes, dry raisins, and "live happily all the days of their lives afte

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