CONTENTS
“I remember the lessons of childhood, you see,
And the horn book I learned on my poor mother’s knee.
In truth, I suspect little else do we learn
From this great book of life, which so shrewdly we turn,
Saving how to apply, with a good or bad grace,
What we learned in the horn book of childhood.”
—Owen Meredith.
Judith’s mother sat in her invalid chair before the grate; she lookedvery pretty