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Nancy of Paradise Cottage by Shirley Watkins

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Nancy

_of_

Paradise Cottage

_by_

SHIRLEY WATKINS

THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY

CHICAGO

COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY

GEORGE W. JACOBS & COMPANY

_All rights reserved_

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE HEROINE GOES TO MARKET II INSIDE THE COTTAGE III A MODERN CINDERELLA IV LADIES OF FASHION V A RETICENT GENTLEMAN--AND MISS BANCROFT VI MISS BANCROFT BEARDS THE OGRE VII A MAN OF "PRINCIPLES" VIII THE FIRST NIGHT AT SCHOOL IX A QUARREL X THE OGRE REAPPEARS XI ALMA MAKES COMPLICATIONS XII ALMA IN A SCRAPE XIII NANCY HAS A GREAT ADVENTURE XIV PARADISE COTTAGE XV THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE MR. PRESCOTT

Nancy of Paradise Cottage

CHAPTER I

THE HEROINE GOES TO MARKET

"Let's see--bacon, eggs, bread, sugar, two cans of corn, and jam. Have I gotten everything, Alma?" Nancy, checking off the items in her marketing list, looked over toward her sister, who had wandered to the door and stood gazing out into the street where a gentle September rain was falling. Alma did not answer, seeming to have gone into a dream, and the grocer waited patiently, his pencil poised over his pad.

"Alma, do wake up! Have I forgotten anything? I'm sure there was something else," said Nancy, frowning, and studying her list, with her under lip thrust forward. "I regularly go and forget something every Saturday night, when there's no Hannah to concoct something out of nothing for Sunday luncheon."

"You said you were going to bake a cake--a chocolate layer cake," suggested Alma, turning, and viewing the proceeding disinterestedly with her hands in her pockets.

"That's it. I have to get flour, and some cooking chocolate, and vanilla. Alma, you've got to help me carry these things. I'm not Goliath."

"Mercy, Nancy, we don't have to take all that home with us, do we? Can't you send them, Mr. Simpson?"

The grocer shrugged apologetically.

"It's Saturday, Miss Prescott, and the last delivery went out at three--all my boys have gone home now or I'd try to accommodate you."

"I do hate to go about looking like an old market woman, with my arms full of brown paper parcels," murmured Alma, _sotto voce_ to her sister.

"Goodness, I don't imagine there'll be a grand stand along the way, with thousands watching us through opera glasses," laughed Nancy. "Would you mind telling me whom you expect to meet who'd faint with genteel horror because we take home our Sunday dinner? I don't intend to starve to spare anybody's feelings."


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