Excerpt: ...BY MESSENGER On the morning after the strange happenings in the garden, Kalora sat by one of the cross-barred windows overlooking a side street, and envied the humble citizens and unimportant woman drifting happily across her field of vision. Never in all her life had she walked out alone. The sweet privilege of courting adventure had ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...BY MESSENGER On the morning after the strange happenings in the garden, Kalora sat by one of the cross-barred windows overlooking a side street, and envied the humble citizens and unimportant woman drifting happily across her field of vision. Never in all her life had she walked out alone. The sweet privilege of courting adventure had been denied her. And yet she felt, on this morning, an almost intimate acquaintance with the outside world, for had she not talked with a valorous young man who could leap over high walls and subdue giants and pay compliments? He had thrown a sudden glare of romance across her lonesome pathway. The few minutes with him seemed to encompass everything in life that was worth remembering. She told herself that already she liked him better than any other young man she had met, which was not surprising, for he had been the first to sit beside her and look into her eyes and tell her that she was beautiful. She knew that whatever of wretchedness the years might hold in store for her, no local edict could rob her of one precious memory. She had locked it up and put it away, beyond the reach of courts and relatives. During many wakeful hours she had recalled each minute detail of that amazing interview in the garden, and had tried to estimate and foreshadow the young man's plan of escape from the secret police. Perhaps he had been taken during the night. The greatest good fortune that she could picture for him was a quick flight across the frontier, which meant that he would never returnRead Less
Illustrated by George F. Kerr. Good with no dust jacket. Spine and boards moderately soiled and edgeworn, corners slightly bumped and frayed. Owner notations on front free endpaper. Textblock edges mildly soiled. Slight sparse soil in mostly clean interior. Spine slightly cocked, binding holding.; Color Illustrations; 8vo 8"-9" tall; 170 pages; Studio kvk red/faded lettering fictcat childcat.
A classic of early 20th century humor, aimed at the culture and attitudes of the times. Those under 50 may find the language a little stilted, and those under 30 may need to keep a dictionary handy, but it's well worth the effort.
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