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Title: Honey-Sweet

Author: Edna Turpin

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HONEY-SWEET

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[Illustration: Anne sat pale and wordless]

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HONEY-SWEET

by

EDNA TURPIN

Illustrated by Alice Beard

New York
The MacMillan Company
1914
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1911,
by the MacMillan Company.
Set up and electrotyped. Published September, 1911. Reprinted June,
1913; August, 1914.
Norwood Press
J.S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.

To
ANNE WOOLSTON ROLLER
and
MARY ADAMS MITCHELL

HONEY-SWEET

CHAPTER I

Anne and her uncle were standing side by side on the deck of the
steamship _Caronia_ due to sail in an hour. Both had their eyes fixed on
the dock below. Anne was looking at everything with eager interest. Her
uncle, with as intent a gaze, seemed watching for something that he did
not see. Presently he laid his hand on Anne's shoulder.

"I'm going to walk about, Nancy pet," he said. "There's your chair and
your rug. If you get tired, go to your stateroom--where your bag is, you
know."

"Yes, uncle." Anne threw him a kiss as he strode away.

She felt sure she could never tire of that busy,