Tabitha at Ivy Hall

CHAPTER I

THE HATEFUL NAME

"She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will.

'Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,' she said."

The black eyes of the little speaker burned with fiery indignation as she hurled these words of defiance at a ten-quart pail of blackberries standing in ...