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Title: Two girls of old New Jersey : a school-girl story of '76
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Sage, Agnes Carr Connah, Douglas John
Subjects: New Jersey--Fiction.
Publisher: New York : Frederick A. Stokes Company
Contributing Library: Rutgers University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Lyrasis Members and Sloan Foundation

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nsense ! Cast iron would pizen the soil andruin the crops, as sure as clams are clippers, cried old Ten-penny, and so agreed most of the farmers around the board. The Voorleezer only laughed, but he appeared in a hurry toend his meal and when rum, Hollands and sweet waters had beenset forth by the hospitable Archie Campbell, he left his fellowdiners and took the same road traversed earlier by big JackBerry. The men all being away in the village, Mistress Van Guilder,soon after the noonday dinner, arrayed herself in a fresh sacqueand flowered petticoat and with knitting pins in hand and agoose quill knitting sheath at her side, sallied out to sit on aneighboring porch and have what she termed a klappernewith her friends. For no women ever enjoyed a dish of gossip more than the Dutch vrouws of ye olden tyme. Meanwhile, Katrina hied her to her favorite spot, a group ofwillows on the river bank. Old and hoary were these ancienttrees, although the long, drooping sprays, almost sweeping the
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and so VOU will not wear THK king oh f.i>I.l> 1 HAVK IKTCUll IKi TOWN? —Pa (re 44 TRAINING DAY 45 surface of the stream, were as graceful and feathery green aswhen Oretaney, chief of the Hackensacs, led his braves to the low-lands where the silent waters meet. So twisted and gnarled, though, were the knotted limbs, thatthey formed what the little maid called her elbow chair ; andto this she easily climbed by means of a rustic bench which Will-iam had built beneath, and sat, supported on all sides, a branchfor her feet, and overhead a glorious roof of leafy verdure thatcompletely shut out the hot summer sun. Now can I read, once again, some of Tempes letter, shethought as she took from her side-bag of patchwork a closely-written packet, received the night before. Full of regret am I, wrote her correspondent, that, thisyear, I cannot be with you in the long holiday ; but to a young leech has my sister become betrothed and in September willthey be married. Therefore mommy and I w

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