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A LIST OF THE ELSIE BOOKS AND OTHER POPULAR BOOKS
_ELSIE DINSMORE._ _ELSIE’S HOLIDAYS AT ROSELANDS._ _ELSIE’S GIRLHOOD._ _ELSIE’S WOMANHOOD._ _ELSIE’S MOTHERHOOD._ _ELSIE’S CHILDREN._ _ELSIE’S WIDOWHOOD._ _GRANDMOTHER ELSIE._ _ELSIE’S NEW RELATIONS._ _ELSIE AT NANTUCKET._ _THE TWO ELSIES._ _ELSIE’S KITH AND KIN._ _ELSIE’S FRIENDS AT WOODBURN._ _CHRISTMAS WITH GRANDMA ELSIE._ _ELSIE AND THE RAYMONDS._ _ELSIE YACHTING WITH THE RAYMONDS._ _ELSIE’S VACATION._ _ELSIE AT VIAMEDE._ _ELSIE AT ION._ _ELSIE AT THE WORLD’S FAIR._ _ELSIE’S JOURNEY ON INLAND WATERS._ _ELSIE AT HOME._ _ELSIE ON THE HUDSON._ _ELSIE IN THE SOUTH._ _ELSIE’S YOUNG FOLKS._ _ELSIE’S WINTER TRIP._ _ELSIE AND HER LOVED ONES._
_MILDRED KEITH._ _MILDRED AT ROSELANDS._ _MILDRED’S MARRIED LIFE._ _MILDRED AND ELSIE._ _MILDRED AT HOME._ _MILDRED’S BOYS AND GIRLS._ _MILDRED’S NEW DAUGHTER._
_CASELLA._ _SIGNING THE CONTRACT AND WHAT IT COST._ _THE TRAGEDY OF WILD RIVER VALLEY._ _OUR FRED._ _AN OLD-FASHIONED BOY._ _WANTED, A PEDIGREE._ _THE THORN IN THE NEST._
VIOLET and Lulu were still alone upon the veranda where the captain had left them while he drove into the village on that first evening after their home-coming from beautiful Viamede. They had now taken possession of two easy-chairs standing close together, and were enjoying the quiet and an extended view of the well-kept grounds and the green fields and wooded hills that lay beyond.
For some moments neither had spoken; then Violet broke the silence. “Lulu, I have been thinking of that poor Mrs. McAlpine and her daughter whom you met when your father took you and Max out to the far West. Tell me something about them if you feel inclined.”
“Yes, Mamma Vi; they were refined, lovable people and I like to think and talk of them; except that it makes me sad to think what a hard, trying life they led and are yet leading, I suppose.”
“Yes, my heart bleeds for them; the poor mother especially,” sighed Violet. “Foully robbed of her husband’s love, what charm has life in this world left for her?”