This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI PHOEBE MAKES THE GRAND TOUR TV/TRS. MARTIN sat alone in the sewing-room, hemming busily on the new napkins. She had sent Phoebe on an errand to Mrs. Warburton, hoping that that energetic lady might pull her daughter out of the doldrums. For only the evening before Phoebe, coming into her mother's room for a good-night talk, had delivered herself of the following: "Mother, do you know that I wish I could go away from Maywood for a while. You don't know how sick I am of every single thing about it. I know it by heart. I can shut my eyes and see every street and every house just as plain as if it was all painted on the inside of my eyelids. And I'm so tired of Maywood people. When old Mrs. Sawyer comes over here and begins telling that old story of the runaway that I've heard forty billion times, it seems as if I would scream. I'm so tired of bowing to old Mr. Wilde passing every morning as regularly as the postman that I don't know what to do. And I hate to go to the Library--I've read all the fiction there and you have to wait such a long time when you recommend books. The Woman's Club is pokey, and I never did care for bridge, and all the girls I like best are away or busy or engaged. When I go up the river skating with Tug, I can tell every tree we're coming to without looking up. Then I'm so sick of the chair-factory with all that horrid black smoke pouring out of the chimney. Anything I used to like, I don't care for any longer and the things I'd like to do, I can't do. What do you suppose is the matter, mother?" "Oh, it's just the beginning of the spring feeling," Mrs. Martin said with her usual moderation. "Just as soon as the weather settles you'll get over it." "Well, I hope so. I shall be glad enough when the warm...