Kate Sanborn

Adopting an Abandoned Farm Kate Sanborn

Book Excerptfriend "if I wusn't rather--" She never allowed him to finish, and his lantern is now mine. People seem to have but little sentiment about their associations with furniture long in the family. The family and a few intimate friends usually sit at the upper windows gazing curiously on the crowd, with no evidence of feeling or pathetic recollections. I lately heard a daughter say less than a month after her father's death, pointing to a small cretonne-covered lounge: "Father made me that lounge with his own hands when I's a little girl. He tho't a sight on't it, and allers kep' it 'round. But my house is full now. I ain't got no room for't." It sold for twelve cents!Arthur Helps says that human nature craves, nay enjoys, tragedy; and when away from dramatic representation of crime and horrors and sudden death, as in this quiet country life, the people gratify their needs in the sorrows, sins, and calamities that befall their neighbors. I strongly incline to H