Author: Samuel Byram HallidayPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Charities
Languages : en
Pages : 376
Book Description
The Little Street Sweeper, Or, Life Among the Poor
Author: Samuel Byram HallidayPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Charities
Languages : en
Pages : 376
Book Description
The Congregational Year-book
Author: Publisher:
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Category : Congregational churches
Languages : en
Pages : 460
Book Description
A Dictionary of American Authors
Author: Oscar Fay AdamsPublisher:
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Category : Literary Criticism
Languages : en
Pages : 468
Book Description
Herringshaw's National Library of American Biography
Author: Thomas William HerringshawPublisher:
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Category : United States
Languages : en
Pages : 632
Book Description
Publishers' Weekly
Author: The Lost and Found,
Author: Samuel Byram HallidayPublisher:
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Category : Child welfare
Languages : en
Pages : 376
Book Description
A List of Books Added to the Public Library of Indianapolis from January, 1876-January, 1878
Author: Indianapolis Public LibraryPublisher:
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Category : Library catalogs
Languages : en
Pages : 102
Book Description
The Publishers Weekly
Author: The American Catalogue
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Category : American literature
Languages : en
Pages : 994
Book Description
American national trade bibliography.
We and our neighbors
Author: Harriet Beecher StowePublisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 522
Book Description
"Who can have taken the Ferguses' house, sister?" said a brisk little old lady, peeping through the window blinds. "It's taken! Just come here and look! There's a cart at the door." "You don't say so!" said Miss Dorcas, her elder sister, flying across the room to the window blinds, behind which Mrs. Betsey sat discreetly ensconced with her knitting work. "Where? Jack, get down, sir!" This last remark was addressed to a rough-coated Dandie Dinmont terrier, who had been winking in a half doze on a cushion at Miss Dorcas's feet. On the first suggestion that there was something to be looked at across the street, Jack had ticked briskly across the room, and now stood on his hind legs on an old embroidered chair, peering through the slats as industriously as if his opinion had been requested. "Get down, sir!" persisted Miss Dorcas. But Jack only winked contumaciously at Mrs. Betsey, whom he justly considered in the light of an ally, planted his toe nails more firmly in the embroidered chair-bottom, and stuck his nose further between the slats, while Mrs. Betsey took up for him, as he knew she would.