American messenger . I give you the end of a golden string; Only wind it into a ball,It will lead you in at Heavens gate, Built in Jerusalems feet, beautiful lull be-tween the tiresome rushat home, the tumult androar of the city, and the thousand andone things that you wish to do. Elinor was most gracefully seatedin her steamer chair. She glancedwith complacent satisfaction at herwell shod feet, poked up in full slippers were not new, but sheliked them very well, for the exquisitematerial and workmanship displayedher small foot to advantage. For thatmatter nothing that Elinor h
American messenger . I give you the end of a golden string; Only wind it into a ball,It will lead you in at Heavens gate, Built in Jerusalems feet, beautiful lull be-tween the tiresome rushat home, the tumult androar of the city, and the thousand andone things that you wish to do. Elinor was most gracefully seatedin her steamer chair. She glancedwith complacent satisfaction at herwell shod feet, poked up in full slippers were not new, but sheliked them very well, for the exquisitematerial and workmanship displayedher small foot to advantage. For thatmatter nothing that Elinor had wornon the ship was entirely new, buteverything rather suggested a selec-tion from a well-stocked wardrobe. I absolutely adore this outing,Marcia replied. It is such a seems impossible to prepare to goanywhere without wearing out thewhole family, though Mother and Ihave been planning for this trip forthe longest time. Marcia sighed and glanced at hershoes. They were neat, inexpensiveand brand new. Bought for thisespecial occasion, they fairlyshrieked. How odd, Elinor spoke almost toherself, I never prepare to go any-where in my lif
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