Identifier: modernstoriestapp (find matches)
Title: Modern stories
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Tappan, Eva March, 1854-1930
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Publisher: (Boston, New York, etc.) Houghton Mifflin & company
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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could hold;and when she went up for her first communion herflaxen curls were covered with a cap of richest Mech-lin lace, which had been her mothers and her grand-mothers before it came to her. Men spoke already,though she had but twelve years, of the good wife shewould be for their sons to woo and win; but she herselfwas a little gay, simple child, in nowise conscious of herheritage, and she loved no playfellows so well as JehanDaass grandson and his dog. One day her father, Baas Cogez, a good man, butsomewhat stern, came on a pretty group in the longmeadow behind the mill, where the aftermath had thatday been cut. It was his little daughter sitting amidstthe hay, with the great tawny head of Patrasche on herlap, and many wreaths of poppies and blue corn-flowersround them both: on a clean smooth slab of pine woodthe boy Nello drew their likeness with a stick of char-coal. The miller stood and looked at the portrait with tearsin his eyes, it was so strangely like, and he loved his 156
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SITTING AMIDST THE HAY, WITH THE GREAT TAWNY HEAD OFPATRASCHE ON HER LAP, AND MANY WREATHS OF POPPIES ANDBLUE CORN-FLOWERS ROUND THEM BOTH: ON A CLEAN SMOOTHSLAB OF PINE WOOD THE BOY NELLO DREW THEIR LIKENESS Tl ■SKEiSfc A DOG OF FLANDERS only child closely and well. Then he roughly chid thelittle girl for idling there whilst her mother neededher within, and sent her indoors crying and afraid;then, turning, he snatched the wood from Nellos hands. Dost do much of such folly ? he asked, but there wasa tremble in his voice. Nello colored and hung his head. I draw every-thing I see, he murmured. The miller was silent; then he stretched his hand outwith a franc in it. It is folly, as I say, and evil wasteof time; nevertheless, it is like Alois, and will please thehouse-mother. Take this silver bit for it and leave itfor me. The color died out of the face of the young Arden-nois; he lifted his head and put his hands behind hisback. Keep your money and the portrait both, BaasCogez, he said

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