ILLUSTRATIONS
Ralph Henry Barbour
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“I shall write an advertisement myself,” he said
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The stream sulked in a deep, pellucid pool
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Who would have thought to find a Grecian goddess under New England skies?
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Slowly she raised her white arms
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“I think I have explained matters, don’t you?”
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“I hope you like my pool?” inquired a voice
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She was throwing crumbs of bread to the swans
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She went to him and placed her hands on his shoulders
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“Will you?” he repeated
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A MAID IN ARCADY
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