- Azalea, the tale of a woman within the Blue Ridge Mountains (1912)
- Annie Laurie and Azalea (1913)
Excerpt - bankruptcy I: Grown women
Tennyson Mountain, N. C,
Carin, pricey and much:
So you're again at your loved one Vassar!
Does it look as brilliant because it did final 12 months?
Or extra so? extra so, I anticipate. You have been a
little lonely and unusual final 12 months, you recognize.
But now will probably be diversified. the women will
seem like outdated neighbors to you presently that you're
coming again to them. yet, Carin, lady, they
cannot most likely be such previous buddies as I
am, or as Annie Laurie is. do not dare to love
one of them greater than you love us. i will
imagine, and very spend an excessive amount of time
imagining, simply how wonderful and cultivated and
surprising a few of them are. yet, please, are not
some of them particularly silly, too? i am hoping so.
Annie Laurie hopes so. we'd like nonetheless to be the
brightest stars on your sky.
Lest you'll want to imagine we aren't, we maintain
polishing ourselves. Annie Laurie, while she
is now not getting to her dairy, will take college
extension paintings. and that i, your personal ever adoring,
ever thankful Azalea, will continue hammering
away on the books that expensive Barbara Summers
lends, and Keefe O'Connor sends down from
New York, and people who your individual library at
the Shoals furnishes.
I have the center to learn, Carin, yet now not the
time. that is the fact. Or, come to think about
it, might be it's a subject of eyelids. i've got a
queer, self-closing pair. in the event that they could not sleep
after 9 o'clock at evening i may examine a few-
thing. yet, no, they seem like hooked up to a
wheel or a ratchet within the clock, and whilst 9
strikes, down they pass and down they remain.
What am i able to do?
Nothing, other than kiss dearest mom McBirney
good evening, attempting to not yawn in her face
as I do it, and after paying my respects to
Father McBirney and " brother " Jim, slip away
up to my darling loft.
Now, there, Carin! you spot i am nicer than
your different acquaintances, more odd and surpris-
ing. (You informed me the final time I observed you that
you cherished your pals to be strange and sur-
prising.) good, have you ever the other good friend who
goes as much as her bed room via an out of doors
pair of stairs and who sleeps in a loft, with a
tame bat for corporation? you haven't, Carin
Carson, and also you understand it. And, Oh, how i like
it! Shall I ever have one other room i like so
well? The smooth noises of the evening come purling
down into it like a flow. the celebrities of the
northern sky shine into it. The mountain-side
is like a eco-friendly curtain placing prior to it. while
I wake up in that little room, my doorways and win-
dows broad to previous Mount Tennyson's whispering
side, I appear to locate my actual self. every little thing
slips clear of me other than the evening and myself
and — and God.
I. Grown women
II. New family
III. personal folks
IV. Madam Grandmother
VI. My Ball
VII. Getting Settled
VIII. The Portrait
IX. Grandmother's tale
X. " The Waters of Quiet "
XI. a chum
XII. A commute Log
XIV. " the place there's a Will "
XV. "Ring, chuffed Bells
About the writer:
Born within the Gilded Age, Elia W. Peattie stood on the door of the innovative period and held it open for a brand new new release of girls who might proceed to hunt careers, achieve common suffrage for girls, advertise contraception, and struggle vice, dust, corruption, ugliness, lack of understanding, and exploitation. Her highbrow historical past, her use of irony and humor, her skill to hire a variety of genres and literary techniques, and her undaunted "imper