A Book Storms the Village -- 1915

Beth Lull Child found this book among her among her grandmother's books and wanted to share it.

The book, Strawberry Acres by Grace S. Richmond came to Morris in 1915. Mrs. Richmond wrote quite a few books. The popularity of her books can be seen by the list at the bottom of this page that shows that 29 readers wanted to read this one -- sharing the book at 2 week intervals.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_S._Richmond

If you have a mind to do so you can download this as an ebook at no charge from Project Gutenberg using the link below.

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12164

Bowne Jan 9
Wilcox " 23
Faye Feb 6
Law " 20
E. Wallace Mar 6
Hammond " 20
Folts Apr 3
Wanzer " 17
Gifford May 1
Winton " 15
Niles " 29
Sloan June 12
Emmerson " 26
Miller July 10
Wightman " 24
H. Wallace Aug 7
Chapin " 21
Carrick Sept 4
Wing " 18
Leonard Oct 2
Colvin " 16
Stewart " 30
Lewis Nov 13
Benington " 27
Welch Dec 11
Lawrence "25
1916
Thresher Jan 8
Washbon " 22
Nichols Feb 5

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FIVE MILES OUT
The four Lanes—Max, Sally, Alec and Robert—climbed the five flights of stairs to their small flat with the agility of youth and the impetus of high but subdued excitement. Uncle Timothy Rudd, following more slowly, reached the outer door of the little suite of rooms in time to hear what seemed to be the first outburst.

"Well, what do you think now?"

"Forty-two acres and the house! Open the windows and give us air!"

"Acres run to seed, and the house tumbling down about its own ears! A magnificent inheritance that!" Max cast his hat upon a chair as if he flung it away with the inheritance.

"But who ever thought Uncle Maxwell Lane would ever leave his poor relations anything?" This was Sally.

"Five miles out by road—a bit less by trolley. Let's go and see it to-morrow afternoon. Thank goodness a half holiday is so near."

"Anybody been by the place lately?"

"I was, just the other day, on my wheel. I didn't think it looked so awfully bad." This was Robert, the sixteen-year-old.

As Uncle Timothy entered the tiny sitting-room Sally was speaking. She had thrown her black veil back over her hat, revealing masses of flaxen hair, and deep blue eyes glowing with interest. Her delicate cheeks were warmly flushed, partly with excitement, and partly because for two hours now—during the journey from the flat to the lawyer's office, the period spent therein listening to the reading of Uncle Maxwell Lane's will and the business appertaining thereto, and the return trip home—she had worn the veil closely drawn. Her simple mourning was to her a screen behind which to shield herself from curious eyes, always attracted by those masses of singularly fair hair and the unusual contours of the young face beneath.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx CAUTION -- spoiler alert -- some short reviews of the book on the link below -- xxxxxxxx
https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/20488166