Excerpt: ... laughed Allan. "No mortar piled up on me and left to set? No striped nurses?" "No plaster cast," Allan assured her, "and no striped nurses." "I reckon it ain't none of my business," remarked Miss Mattie, "but why didn't you do somethin' like this for Barbara instead of cuttin' her up? I'm worse off than she ever was, because she could ...Read MoreExcerpt: ... laughed Allan. "No mortar piled up on me and left to set? No striped nurses?" "No plaster cast," Allan assured her, "and no striped nurses." "I reckon it ain't none of my business," remarked Miss Mattie, "but why didn't you do somethin' like this for Barbara instead of cuttin' her up? I'm worse off than she ever was, because she could walk right spry with crutches, and crutches wouldn't have helped me none when I was risin' up from the bureau drawer." "Barbara's case is different. She had a congenital dislocation of the femur." Miss Mattie's jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered herself. "And what have I got?" "Lumbago." "My disease is shorter," she commented, 173 after a moment of reflection, "but I'll bet it feels worse." "I'll ask your son to come in if I see him," said Doctor Conrad, reaching for his hat, "and if you don't get well immediately, let me know. Good-bye." Roger was nowhere in sight, but he was watching the two houses, and as soon as he saw Doctor Conrad go into North's, he went back to his mother. Miss Mattie's "Disease" "Barbara's disease has three words in it, Roger," she explained, "and mine has only one, but it's more painful. You're to go immediately with this piece of paper and get it full of the medicine he's written on it. I've been lookin' at it, but I don't get no sense out of it. He said to take two every four hoursRead Less
Poor. No Jacket. 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. Blue boards with green decorative front panel. Boards are frayed, chipped, edgeworn and rubbed. First pages missing through the table of contents-only 1/3 of it present. A previous owner practiced writing her "future" married name repeatedly in the pastedowns. Pages have lightly browned with very minor foxing. Front hinge is split at gutter but still attached. Text is unmarked. A good reading copy.
5th prtg. 8vo, 341pp with frontis. Limp red leather(? )covers with gilt decorations and lettering. Top and bottom of spine worn and missing small pieces, dog-ear corner of front cover also gone. Inside is OK.
New. This item is printed on demand. Myrtle Reed (1874-1911) was an American author, the daughter of Elizabeth Armstrong Reed and the preacher Hiram von Reed. She sometimes wrote under the pseudonym of Olive Green. Reed was born in Chicago, where she graduate.
VG+, NDJ. 5.25 X 8, 341, Pages. Fine binding. Nice Margaret Armstrong cover purple, gold design with white lotus, decorated pages. Spine worn at edges, smudge on back cover. Endpaper taped along inside spine.
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