title: Grandmother's Garden: The Old-Fashioned American Garden 1865-1915
author:  May Brawley Hill 
description: This history covers a period of tremendous change in American gardens. The Centennial of 1876 and the garden displays of the World's Columbian Exposition of 1893 fanned popular interest in old-fashioned gardens, here called "grandmother's gardens" and characterized as small gardens near the home, often enclosed by a fence and exhibiting an exuberant mix of hardy perennials, native American plants, and self-sown annuals. Hill, an art historian, traces these gardens through contemporary paintings and photographs as well as poems, letters, and gardening literature. This well-researched and beautifully presented book also covers the history of American garden and flower painting and photography and contributes to women's studies, because many of these small gardens were created and maintained by women. Highly recommended.?Daniel Starr, Museum of Modern Art Lib., New York<br />Copyright 1995 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  # A MODERN CINDERELLA: OR, THE LITTLE OLD SHOE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### Louisa May Alcott
  
  
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  HOW IT WAS LOST
  
  
  HOW IT WAS FOUND
  
  
  
  
  
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  ### HOW IT WAS LOST
  
  
  
  
  
  Among green New England hills stood an ancient house, many-gabled,
  
  
  mossy-roofed, and quaintly built, but picturesque and pleasant to the
  
  
  eye; for a brook ran babbling through the orchard that encompassed it
  
  
  about, a garden-plot stretched upward to the whispering birches on the
  
  
  slope, and patriarchal elms stood sentinel upon the lawn, as they had
  
  
  stood almost a century ago, when the Revolution rolled that way and
  
  
  found them young.
  
  
    
  One summer morning, when the air was full of country sounds, of
  
  
  mowers in the meadow, blackbirds by the brook, and the low of the kine
  
  
  upon the hill-side, the old house wore its cheeriest aspect, and a
  
  
  certain humble history began.
  
  
    
  "Nan!"
  
  
    
  "Yes, Di."
  
  
    
  And 