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“The child lived a life in each of two distant worlds and it is not possible to say which one she most enjoyed. One of them was made of moonbeams and star-dust, of night winds and coloured fancies, of aristocratic gentlemen and lovely ladies. The other was the equally pleasant one of boiled potatoes and salt pork, of games with Basil and Mary, of riding a-top old Buck or picking wild flowers at the edge of the timber.”

Quote by Bess Streeter Aldrich

Book:A Lantern in Her Hand
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A Lantern in Her Hand

In this narrative, the protagonist's lantern becomes a metaphor for her life's journey, illuminating her path through adversity and change. The story delves into the complexities of human experience, highlighting the strength and determination of the central character as she navigates the challenges of her world. more

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Bess Streeter Aldrich
Bess Streeter Aldrich

Bess Streeter Aldrich was an American author born on February 17, 1881, and died on August 3, 1954. Known for her depiction of rural life in the American Midwest, her works, such as 'The Little City', have become classics of American literature. more

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