By Marie Conway Oemler
1919 novel via Marie Conway Oemler (1879 -1932), the writer of Slippy McGee, occasionally referred to as the Butterfly guy (1917), a lady Named Smith (1919), and The red Heights (1920).
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I can’t help stopping for a minute, though, to gloat over the front drawing-room that presently emerged, with a cleaned carpet that proved to be a marvel of hand-woven French art, rosewood sofas and chairs upholstered in royal blue and rubbed to satiny-browny blackness, two gloriously inlaid tables, and a Venetian mirror between two windows. 49 A Woman Named Smith We gave the place of honor on the white marble mantel to a porcelain painting Alicia found in a work-box—the picture of a woman in gray brocade sprigged with pink-and-blue posies, a lace fichu about her slim shoulders, and a cap with a rose in it covering her parted brown hair.
At that Alicia laughed. Peal upon peal, like silver bells, irrepressibly, infectiously, irresistibly, Alicia laughed. She cries with her eyes open and her mouth shut, and she laughs with her eyes shut and her mouth open. The effect is beyond all words enchanting. The doctor paused in his headlong flight. ” he said, darkly. ” And muttering: “Sophronisba! Lord have mercy on us! ” he departed hastily. ” commented Alicia. She added, musingly: “Sophy, this is an enchanted place—a place where one has good meals, bad advice, and black cats showered on one, free and gratis.
Alicia said, resentfully. ” Then she screwed up her mouth like a coral button, and squinted her eyes: “I’m Irish, and you’re English, and we’re both American. ” “Barkis is willin’. ” We walked slowly, enjoying the calm, lovely late-summer day. Hyndsville at its best was a big, green, sprawling old town, a quaint, unpainted, leisurely, flowery, bird-haunted place, with glorious trees, and do-as-they-please, independent gardens. Nobody ever seemed to be in a hurry, and at first we used to wonder how they ever got anything done, or kept pace with the moving world; yet they did.
A Woman Named Smith (Illustrated Edition) by Marie Conway Oemler