Bøger af Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

"The Flag-Raising" is an ancient Community human sprits story book written by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin. This story, constructed with care and remarkable know-how, exemplifies Wiggin's present for telling deeply emotional and inspiring tales. Set in a tiny American network, the tale revolves around the making plans and satisfaction of a flag-elevating rite. Wiggin makes use of this focal factor to research issues related to country wide delight, cohesion, and a network's collective memory primarily based on shared values and customs. The personalities are certainly depicted, each contributing to the tapestry of communal life and the experience of belonging that the flag represents. Wiggin's wording is sleek and evocative, communicating the core of the American manner of existence in addition to the enduring concepts symbolized with the aid of the flag. Her potential to weave non-public memories into larger topics of patriotism and communal engagement makes "The Flag-Raising" a fascinating read. The work of literature serves as a reminder of the significance of banding collectively to celebrate and guard the ideas that define a country. "The Flag-Raising" exemplifies Wiggin's lengthy impact as a creator able to touching her readers' hearts while inspiring them to bear in mind their very own contributions to the cloth of their communities.

Reprint of the original, first published in 1883.

This book is a charming and heartwarming novel about a young girl named Rose Wiley who grows up in a small New England village. The book follows Rose's adventures as she falls in love, makes new friends, and learns important life lessons. It is a perfect read for anyone who enjoys coming-of-age stories or classic American literature.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

In this classic novel, Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin tells the story of a young girl, Penelope, who must find a new home after her family moves to a new city. Along the way, she meets a cast of colorful characters and learns valuable lessons about love, friendship, and the meaning of home. This book is a heartwarming and inspiring tale that is beloved by readers of all ages.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

When Elizabeth travels to California to spend the summer with her botanist uncle, she doesn't expect to fall in love with the rugged beauty of the canyon where he works. But as she learns more about the local flora and fauna, she finds herself drawn into a world of adventure and discovery. This classic novel is perfect for lovers of nature, travel, and coming-of-age stories.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

Written by the best-selling author, Kate Douglas Wiggin, this book tells the story of Waitstill Baxter, a young man who struggles to find his place in the world. Set in a small New England town in the 19th century, this quaint tale is full of heart and will resonate with readers of all ages.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

This book is a delightful and entertaining account of the adventures of Penelope, a young American girl living in England with her family. Wiggins' vivid descriptions and charming characters make this a joy to read that is sure to entertain readers of all ages.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

Ladies-In-Waiting By Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

It is an advantage for an author to have known many places and different sorts of people, though the most vivid impressions are commonly those received in childhood and youth. Mrs. Wiggin, as she is known in literature, was Kate Douglas Smith; she was born in Philadelphia, and spent her young womanhood in California, but when a very young child she removed to Hollis in the State of Maine, and since her maturity has usually made her summer home there; her earliest recollections thus belong to the place, and she draws inspiration for her character and scene painting very largely from this New England neighborhood. Hollis is a quiet, secluded place, a picturesque but almost deserted village--if the few houses so widely scattered can be termed a village--located among the undulating hills that lie along the lower reaches of the Saco River. Here she plans to do almost all her actual writing--the story itself is begun long before--and she resorts to the place with pent-up energy.

Pinafore Palace by Nora Archibald Smith and Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

FAR, far up, in the bosom of New Hampshire's granite hills, the Saco has its birth. As the mountain rill gathers strength it takes "Through Bartlett's vales its tuneful way, Or hides in Conway's fragrant brakes, Retreating from the glare of day." Now it leaves the mountains and flows through "green Fryeburg's woods and farms." In the course of its frequent turns and twists and bends, it meets with many another stream, and sends it, fuller and stronger, along its rejoicing way. When it has journeyed more than a hundred miles and is nearing the ocean, it greets the Great Ossipee River and accepts its crystal tribute. Then, in its turn, the Little Ossipee joins forces, and the river, now a splendid stream, flows onward to Bonny Eagle, to Moderation and to Salmon Falls, where it dashes over the dam like a young Niagara and hurtles, in a foamy torrent, through the ragged defile cut between lofty banks of solid rock. Widening out placidly for a moment's rest in the sunny reaches near Pleasant Point, it gathers itself for a new plunge at Union Falls, after which it speedily merges itself in the bay and is fresh water no more.

Miss Miranda Sawyer's old-fashioned garden was the pleasantest spot in Riverboro on a sunny July morning. The rich color of the brick house gleamed and glowed through the shade of the elms and maples. Luxuriant hop-vines clambered up the lightning rods and water spouts, hanging their delicate clusters here and there in graceful profusion. Woodbine transformed the old shed and tool house to things of beauty, and the flower beds themselves were the prettiest and most fragrant in all the countryside. A row of dahlias ran directly around the garden spot, -dahlias scarlet, gold, and variegated. In the very centre was a round plot where the upturned faces of a thousand pansies smiled amid their leaves, and in the four corners were triangular blocks of sweet phlox over which the butterflies fluttered unceasingly. In the spaces between ran a riot of portulaca and nasturtiums, while in the more regular, shell-bordered beds grew spirea and gillyflowers, mignonette, marigolds, and clove pinks

"It makes a heaven-wide difference whether the soul of the child is regarded as a piece of blank paper, to be written upon, or as a living power, to be quickened by sympathy, to be educated by truth." It had been a long, wearisome day at the Free Kindergarten, and I was alone in the silent, deserted room. Gone were all the little heads, yellow and black, curly and smooth; the dancing, restless, curious eyes; the too mischievous, naughty, eager hands and noisy feet; the merry voices that had made the great room human, but now left it quiet and empty. Eighty pairs of tiny boots had clattered down the stairs; eighty baby woes had been relieved; eighty little torn coats pulled on with patient hands; eighty shabby little hats, not one with a "strawberry mark" to distinguish it from any other, had been distributed with infinite discrimination among their possessors; numberless sloppy kisses had been pressed upon a willing cheek or hand, and another day was over.

"Edina, Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and towers!" Edinburgh, April, 189-. 22, Breadalbane Terrace. We have traveled together before, Salemina, Francesca, and I, and we know the very worst there is to know about one another. After this point has been reached, it is as if a triangular marriage had taken place, and, with the honeymoon comfortably over, we slip along in thoroughly friendly fashion. I use no warmer word than "friendly" because, in the first place, the highest tides of feeling do not visit the coast of triangular alliances; and because, in the second place, "friendly" is a word capable of putting to the blush many a more passionate and endearing one.

Salemina and I were in Geneva. If you had ever travelled through Europe with a charming spinster who never sat down at a Continental table d'hote without being asked by an American vis-a-vis whether she were one of the P.'s of Salem, Massachusetts, you would understand why I call my friend Salemina. She doesn't mind it. She knows that I am simply jealous because I came from a vulgarly large tribe that never had any coat-of-arms, and whose ancestors always sealed their letters with their thumb nails. Whenever Francesca and I call her "Salemina," she knows, and we know that she knows, that we are seeing a group of noble ancestors in a sort of halo over her serene and dignified head, so she remains unruffled under her petit nom, inasmuch as the casual public comprehends nothing of its spurious origin and thinks it was given her by her sponsors in baptism.

'Sure a terrible time I was out o' the way, Over the sea, over the sea, Till I come to Ireland one sunny day, - Betther for me, betther for me: The first time me fut got the feel o' the ground I was strollin' along in an Irish city That hasn't its aquil the world around For the air that is sweet an' the girls that are pretty.' -Moira O'Neill. Dublin, O'Carolan's Private Hotel. It is the most absurd thing in the world that Salemina, Francesca, and I should be in Ireland together. That any three spinsters should be fellow-travellers is not in itself extraordinary, and so our former journeyings in England and Scotland could hardly be described as eccentric in any way; but now that I am a matron and Francesca is shortly to be married, it is odd, to say the least, to see us cosily ensconced in a private sitting-room of a Dublin hotel, the table laid for three, and not a vestige of a man anywhere to be seen. Where, one might ask, if he knew the antecedent circumstances, are Miss Hamilton's American spouse and Miss Monroe's Scottish lover?

'Edina, Scotia's Darling seat! All hail thy palaces and towers!' Edinburgh, April 189-. 22 Breadalbane Terrace. We have travelled together before, Salemina, Francesca, and I, and we know the very worst there is to know about one another. After this point has been reached, it is as if a triangular marriage had taken place, and, with the honeymoon comfortably over, we slip along in thoroughly friendly fashion. I use no warmer word than'friendly' because, in the first place, the highest tides of feeling do not visit the coasts of triangular alliances; and because, in the second place, 'friendly' is a word capable of putting to the blush many a more passionate and endearing one.

Smith's Hotel, 10 Dovermarle Street. Here we are in London again, -Francesca, Salemina, and I. Salemina is a philanthropist of the Boston philanthropists limited. I am an artist. Francesca is- It is very difficult to label Francesca. She is, at her present stage of development, just a nice girl; that is about all: the sense of humanity hasn't dawned upon her yet; she is even unaware that personal responsibility for the universe has come into vogue, and so she is happy. Francesca is short of twenty years old, Salemina short of forty, I short of thirty. Francesca is in love, Salemina never has been in love, I never shall be in love. Francesca is rich, Salemina is well-to-do, I am poor. There we are in a nutshell.

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A Village Stradivarius By Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

These three stories are now brought together under one cover because they have not quite outworn their welcome; but in their first estate two of them appeared as gift-books, with decorative borders and wide margins, a style not compatible with the stringent economies of the present moment. Luckily they belong together by reason of their background, which is an imaginary village, any village you choose, within the confines, or on the borders of York County, in the State of Maine. In the first tale the river, not "Rose," is the principal character; no one realizes this better than I. If an author spends her summers on the banks of Saco Water it fills the landscape. It flows from the White Mountains to the Atlantic in a tempestuous torrent, breaking here and there into glorious falls of amber glimpsed through snowy foam; its rapids dash through rocky cliffs crowned with pine trees, under which blue harebells and rosy columbines blossom in gay profusion. There is the glint of the mirror-like lake above the falls, and the sound of the surging floods below; the witchery of feathery elms reflected in its clear surfaces, and the enchantment of the full moon on its golden torrents, never twice alike and always beautiful! How is one to forget, evade, scorn, belittle it, by leaving its charms untold; and who could keep such a river out of a book? It has flowed through many of mine and the last sound I expect to hear in life will be the faint, far-away murmur of Saco Water!

"Give me liberty, or give me death!" The subject of Children's Rights does not provoke much sentimentalism in this country, where, as somebody says, the present problem of the children is the painless extinction of their elders. I interviewed the man who washes my windows, the other morning, with the purpose of getting at the level of his mind in the matter. "Dennis," I said, as he was polishing the glass, "I am writing an article on the 'Rights of Children.' What do you think about it?" Dennis carried his forefinger to his head in search of an idea, for he is not accustomed to having his intelligence so violently assaulted, and after a moment's puzzled thought he said, "What do I think about it, mum? Why, I think we'd ought to give 'em to 'em. But Lor', mum, if we don't, they take 'em, so what's the odds?" And as he left the room I thought he looked pained that I should spin words and squander ink on such a topic.

"The Old Peabody Pew" is a novella written by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, an American author known for her works in children's literature. The book was first published in 1907 and is considered a classic of American literature. Unlike her more famous work, "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm," this novella is more of a reflective and nostalgic piece rather than a children's story. The story is set in a New England village and is narrated by the church pew itself, which has witnessed generations of congregants. The Old Peabody Pew has been a silent observer of the community's joys, sorrows, and spiritual experiences. As it recounts its long history, it offers a glimpse into the lives of the various people who have occupied it over the years. The central focus of the novella is the romance between two characters, young lovers Theodora and Tilly. Their story unfolds within the context of their experiences at the village church, where the Old Peabody Pew plays a significant role as the place where they sit during services. The pew's perspective allows readers to see how Theodora and Tilly's relationship evolves and how it intertwines with the life of the church and the broader community. Wiggin's narrative in "The Old Peabody Pew" is characterized by its nostalgic and sentimental tone, evoking a sense of the past and the enduring nature of tradition. The novella explores themes of love, faith, community, and the passage of time. It reflects on the changing dynamics of a small-town society and the way people's lives are interconnected within the framework of a church and a shared history. While "The Old Peabody Pew" may not be as well-known as some of Kate Douglas Wiggin's other works, it remains a valuable piece of literature for its evocative storytelling and its ability to capture the essence of a bygone era. It provides a glimpse into the life and culture of a New England village and the enduring power of human connection through the lens of a seemingly ordinary church pew.

This musical fantasy from author Kate Douglas Wiggin is a delightful romp through a world of magic and whimsy. Featuring a witty script and catchy songs, this theatrical work is sure to charm audiences of all ages.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

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