Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
148
The Country of the Pointed Firs
·
Sarah Orne Jewett
121
“I
could
just
as
well
have
made
it
all
of
frosted
cake,”
she
said,
“but
'twouldn't
have
been
the
right
shade;
the
old
house,
as
you
observe,
was
never
painted,
and
I
concluded
that
plain
gingerbread
would
represent
it
best.
It
wasn't
all
I
expected
it
would
be,”
she
said
sadly,
as
many
an
artist
had
said
before
her
of
his
work.
There
were
speeches
by
the
ministers;
and
there
proved
to
be
a
historian
among
the
Bowdens,
who
gave
some
fine
anecdotes
of
the
family
history;
and
then
appeared
a
poetess,
whom
Mrs.
Todd
regarded
with
wistful
compassion
and
indulgence,
and
when
the
long
faded
garland
of
verses
came
to
an
appealing
end,
she
turned
to
me
with
words
of
praise.
“Sounded
pretty,”
said
the
generous
listener.
“Yes,
I
thought
she
did
very
well.
We
went
to
school
together,
an'
Mary
Anna
had
a
very
hard
time;
trouble
was,
her
mother
thought
she'd
given
birth
to
a
genius,
an'
Mary
Anna's
come
to
believe
it
herself.
There,
I
don't
know
what
we
should
have
done
without
her;
there
ain't
nobody
else
that
can
write
poetry
between
here
and
'way
up
towards
Rockland;
it
adds
a
great
deal
at
such
a
time.
When
she
speaks
o'
those
that
are
gone,
she
feels
it
all,
and
so
does
everybody
else,
but
she
harps
too
much.
I'd
laid
half
of
that
away
for
next
time,
if
I
was
Mary
Anna.
There
comes
mother
to
speak
to
her,
an'
old
Mr.
Gilbreath's
sister;
now
she'll
be
heartened
right
up.
Mother'll
say
just
the
right
thing.”
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
