Excerpt from Judith: A Chronicle of Old Virginia
All the chimneys of the Summerfield homestead were built on the outside of the house. In a nook formed by the meeting of the outer wall with the parlor chimney, I sat on a certain August afternoon. The turf was soft under my feet; a lush trumpet-creeper ran all over the bricks and thrust tough fingers under the clapboards. I nestled among the leaves and orange-red flowers like an exaggerated June-bug. My frock was dark-blue calico, sprinkled with white dots; a sleeveless, high-necked apron left my arms bare; white home-knit stockings and stout shoes made by the plantation shoemaker covered my nether extremities.
The "New York Reader" lay on my lap - a valuable text-book bound between sides of coarse straw pasteboard. From the blue paper covering these, yellow splinters protruded at broken corners and abraded edges. I picked at one mechanically while reading of a boy who had, in defiance of his mother"s warning never to taste strange flowers or grasses, made a light lunch upon a "pretty plant with a small white flower."
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