Identifier: stnicholasserial372dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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in pale blue; her six companionswere all in white; and each girl wore a quaintfichu about her shoulders, and a white picture-hattied under her chin with blue ribbons—an exactcopy of the one in Grandmother Veronicas por-trait. Jean was standing close to the bridal pair asDouglas Gordon, now a junior at Yale, came upto greet Mrs. Hamilton. Then from her finger,where now shone a circlet of gold, Carol slippedthe amethyst signet. She had promised Court towear it until he should put the wedding-ring in itsplace. Douglas, here is a keepsake for you,said she. But dont keep it forever. Some dayyou must give it away. Only be sure you choosethe right person to wear the signet-ring. Douglas guarded the keepsake long and care-fully ; but at last there came a time when he didgive it away; and one day Cecily found the ame-thyst ring shining on her queens finger. Jeanblushed a telltale rosy red. I ve promised Doug-las to wear it, she said softly, until he puts awedding-ring in its place. THE END.
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THE ARTISTS NIECE AND NEPHEW—ZAYDE AND WILLIAM HOLLAND. FROM A PAINTING BY WILLIAM THORNE. THE NONSENSE BOY BY CHARLOTTE CANTY Chapter VIIdo you believe in fairies? Up among the stars a pale young moon hung, andthe garden was a land of mystery, of faint shad-ows and witching distances under the soft light.Delicate fragrance from the blossoming gardenbeds floated in at the tent doorway, and the moon-light stretched like a silver rug from the door toDonalds bed. A soothing hush was over theworld, but Donald lay, open-eyed and awake, lis-tening to the faint whir of the garden creaturesand the distant murmur of singing water. The little boys reverie stopped, caught by thefaint, tremulous Whoo! Whoo! of an owl.For answer came a musical protest, like the callof a singing-bird abruptly awakened. That, too,sank into silence, and again came the owls note,Whoo! Whoo!—this time directly behind thetent. The little boy smiled happily. Whoo ! he repeated softly. Whoo! Whoo! The low call was har

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