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A Daughter of the Land »


By Gene Stratton-Porter

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A Daughter of the Land

by

Gene Stratton-Porter

CONTENTS

Chapter

I. The Wings of Morning
II. An Embryo Mind Reader
III. Peregrinations
IV. A Question of Contracts
V. The Prodigal Daughter
VI. Kate’s Private Pupil
VII. Helping Nancy Ellen and Robert to Establish a Home
VIII. The History of a Leghorn Hat
IX. A Sunbonnet Girl
X. John Jardine’s Courtship
XI. A Business Proposition
XII. Two Letters
XIII. The Bride
XIV. Starting Married Life
XV. A New Idea
XVI. The Work of the Sun
XVII. The Banner Hand
XVIII. Kate Takes the Bit in Her Teeth
XIX. “As a Man Soweth”
XX. “For a Good Girl”
XXI. Life’s Boomerang
XXII. Somewhat of Polly
XXIII. Kate’s Heavenly Time
XXIV. Polly Tries Her Wings
XXV. One More for Kate
XXVI. The Winged Victory
XXVII. Blue Ribbon Corn
XXVIII. The Eleventh Hour

To Gene Stratton II

A DAUGHTER OF THE LAND

CHAPTER I

THE WINGS OF MORNING

“TAKE the wings of Morning.”

Kate Bates followed the narrow footpath rounding the corner of the small country church, as the old minister raised his voice slowly and impressively to repeat the command he had selected for his text. Fearing that her head would be level with the windows, she bent and walked swiftly past the church; but the words went with her, iterating and reiterating themselves in her brain. Once she paused to glance back toward the church, wondering what the minister would say in expounding that text. She had a fleeting thought of slipping in, taking the back seat and listening to the sermon. The remembrance that she had not dressed for church deterred her; then her face twisted grimly as she again turned to the path, for it occurred to her that she had nothing else to wear if she had started to attend church instead of going to see her brother.

As usual, she had left her bed at four o’clock; for seven hours she had cooked, washed dishes, made beds, swept, dusted, milked, churned, following the usual routine of a big family in the country. Then she had gone upstairs, dressed in clean gingham and confronted her mother.

“I think I have done my share for to—day,” she said. “Suppose you call on our lady school—mistress for help with dinner. I’m going to Adam’s.”

Mrs. Bates lifted her gaunt form to very close six feet of height, looking narrowly at her daughter.

“Well, what the nation are you going to Adam’s at this time a—Sunday for?” she demanded.

“Oh, I have a curiosity to learn if there is one of the eighteen members of this family who gives a cent what becomes of me!” answered Kate, her eyes meeting and looking clearly into her mother’s.

“You are not letting yourself think he would ’give a cent’ to send you to that fool normal—thing, are you?”

“I am not! But it wasn’t a ’fool thing’ when Mary and Nancy Ellen, and the older girls wanted to go. You even let Mary go to college two years.”

“Mary had exceptional ability,” said Mrs. Bates.

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