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Title: The Queen's Twin and Other Stories

Author: Sarah Orne Jewett

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Language: English

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THE QUEEN'S TWIN

AND OTHER STORIES

BY SARAH ORNE JEWETT

BOSTON AND NEW YORK

HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY

The Riverside Press, Cambridge

M DCCC XCIX

COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY SARAH ORNE JEWETT

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

To

SUSAN BURLEY CABOT

CONTENTS

THE QUEEN'S TWIN
A DUNNET SHEPHERDESS
WHERE'S NORA
BOLD WORDS AT THE BRIDGE
MARTHA'S LADY
THE COON DOG
AUNT CYNTHY DALLETT
THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING

THE QUEEN'S TWIN.

I.

The coast of Maine was in former years brought so near to foreign
shores by its busy fleet of ships that among the older men and women
one still finds a surprising proportion of travelers. Each
seaward-stretching headland with its high-set houses, each island of a
single farm, has sent its spies to view many a Land of Eshcol; one may
see plain, contented old faces at the windows, whose eyes have looked
at far-away ports and known the splendors of the Eastern world. They
shame the easy voyager of the North Atlantic and the Mediterranean;
they have rounded the Cape of Good Hope and braved the angry seas of
Cape Horn in small wooden ships; they have brought up their hardy boys
and girls on narrow decks; they were among the last of the Northmen's
children to go adventuring to unknown shores. More than this one
cannot give to a young State for its enlightenment; the sea captains
and the captains' wives of Maine knew something of the wide world, and
never mistook their native parishes for the whole instead of a part
thereof; they knew not only Thomaston and Castine and Portland, but
London and Bristol and Bordeaux, and the strange-mannered harbors of
the China Sea.

One September day, when I was nearly at the end of a summer spent in a
village called Dunnet Landing, on the Maine coast, my friend Mrs. Todd,
in