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Title: Sunny Slopes
Author: Ethel Hueston
Release Date: May 20, 2006 [eBook #18426]
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SUNNY SLOPES
by
ETHEL HUESTON
Author of
Prudence of the Parsonage, Prudence Says So, Etc.
Illustrated by Arthur William Brown
[Frontispiece: "A minister's wife! You look more like a little girl's
baby doll."]
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers -------- New York
Copyright 1917
The Bobbs-Merrill Company
This Book
Is Written in Memory of My Husband
Eager in Service, Patient in Illness
Unfaltering in Death, and
Is Dedicated to
The St. Louis Presbytery
To Which I Owe a Debt of Interest
Of Sympathy and of Unfailing Friendship
I Can Ever Hope to Pay
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I THE BEGINNING
II MANSERS
III A BABY IN BUSINESS
IV A WOMAN IN THE CHURCH
V A MINISTER'S SON
VI THE HEAVY YOKE
VII THE FIRST STEP
VIII REACTION
IX UPHEAVAL
X WHERE HEALTH BEGINS
XI THE OLD TEACHER
XII THE LAND O' LUNGERS
XIII OLD HOPES AND NEW
XIV NEPTUNE'S SECOND DAUGHTER
XV THE SECOND STEP
XVI DEPARTED SPIRITS
XVII RUBBING ELBOWS
XVIII QUIESCENT
XIX RE-CREATION
XX LITERARY MATERIAL
XXI ADVENTURING
XXII HARBORAGE
XXIII THE SUNNY SLOPE
XXIV THE END
ILLUSTRATIONS
"A minister's wife! You look more
like a little girl's baby doll." . . . . . _Frontispiece_
"Silly old goose," she murmured.
Carol, with an inarticulate sob,
gathered her baby in her arms.
"I beg your pardon," she said, sweetly,
unsmilingly, "I did not mean
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