by Constance Fenimore Woolson (Author)
IN a mountain village of North Carolina, in the year 1873, the spring had opened with its accustomed beauty. But one day there came a pure cold wind which swept through the high valley at tremendous speed from dawn to midnight. People who never succumb to mere comfort did not relight their fires. But to the Franklin family comfort was a goddess, they would never have thought of calling her "mere"; "delightful" was their word, and Ruth would probably have said "delicious."
Number of Pages: 108
Dimensions: 0.22 x 11 x 8.5 IN
Publication Date: January 26, 2016