Excerpt from Pauline Wyman IT had been called the old Wyman place for fifty years or more, a sharp-roofed, two-storied house standing sunning itself on the Slope of a hill. Formerly it had been red, shaming the cinnamon roses that blushed annually under the west win dows, and most unbecoming to the lilacs as they blossomed out in the spring. Now it was a glar ing white, relieved only by green blinds and climb ing woodbine and bittersweet. A picket-fence had once enclosed the simple dooryard, but at present there were no boundary lines except those made by two elm trees, a maple tree, and an enormous willow. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.