The Story of Patsy
THE STORY OF PATSY by KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN Author of _The Birds' Christmas Carol_ [Illustration: "PATSY MINDING THE KENNETT BABY."] [Illustration: VIGNETTE.]
THE
STORY OF BESSIE COSTRELL
SCENE I
It was an August evening, still and cloudy after a day unusually chilly
for the time of year. Now, about sunset, the temperature was warmer than
it had been in the morning, and the departing sun was forcing its way
through the clouds, breaking up their level masses into delicate
latticework of golds and greys. The last radiant light was on the
wheat-fields under the hill, and on the long chalk hill itself. Against
that glowing background lay the village, already engulfed by the
advancing shadow. All the nearer trees, which the daylight had mingled
in one green monotony, stood out sharp and distinct, each in its own
plane, against the hill. Each natural object seemed to gain a new
accent, a more individual beauty, from the vanishing and yet lingering
sunlight.
THE STORY OF PATSY by KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN Author of _The Birds' Christmas Carol_ [Illustration: "PATSY MINDING THE KENNETT BABY."] [Illustration: VIGNETTE.]