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Atlantic TextFrom a Mournful Villager
Sarah Orne Jewett.Table of Differences between Country By-Ways text and the Atlantic text.
Para # Country By-Ways Atlantic 1 the Front yard, as I knew it, was not in fashion, and that Grounds (however small) the front yard, as I knew it, was not in fashion, and that grounds (however small) 2 provincial society, left in the eastern provincial society, remaining in the eastern 3 time to almost die out even time to disappear almost entirely even 5 affairs had to fade out quickly contented with this state of things but encouraged it.
those days, - he was defied. In that quarter, at least, they had the advantage of us. Their interest was as real and heartfelt in
affairs necessarily faded out quickly contented with this state of things, but encouraged it.
those days; he was defied. In that quarter at least they had the advantage of us. Their interest was as real and heart-felt in
6 that only comes with age; now after many years they
that belongs to age; now, after many years, they
7 the much talked-of slavery and subjection to a coveted equality. She used to be shut off from the wide acres of the farm, and had no voice in the world's politics; she must stay in the house, or only hold sway out of doors in lawn mowers find so ready a sale.
the much-talked-of slavery and subjection to a coveted equality. She used to be shut off from the wide acres of the farm, and had no voice in the world's politics; she must stay in the house, and could only hold sway out-of-doors in lawn mowers find so ready a sale!
8 development of plant life, but of pleasure grounds. Perhaps they thought such things were wrong, and that having a pleasant place to walk about in out of doors would
the household goods; I can see
development of plant life; but of pleasure-grounds. Perhaps they thought such things were wrong, and that having a pleasant place to walk about in out-of-doors would
the household goods. I can see
9 a little time now and then when some flowers and a sprig of sage
a little time, now and then, when some flowers, and a sprig of sage
10 they came slowly; that after gave pleasure, - beside the
go out and come in, two by two. I
domain of the women, the men of the family respected but ignored it, they had to be teased in the spring to dig the flower beds, but it was the busiest time of the year; one should remember that.
they came slowly: that after gave pleasure, beside the
go out and come in, two by two! I
domain of the women. The men of the family respected but ignored it; they had to be teased in the spring to dig the flower-beds; but it was the busiest time of the year, -- one should remember that.
11 it always looks a good deal like a lot in a cemetery, for one thing; and then in a small town the grass is not smooth, and looks uneven where the flower beds were not properly smoothed down. flowers come up of themselves and try
neglected and forlorn so much
meals served out of doors,
within easy reach I think there
them entirely separate from the highway; as much
it makes a little yard look a good deal like a lot in a cemetery, for one thing; and then in a small town the grass is not smooth, and looks uneven where the flower-beds have not been properly smoothed down. flowers come up of themselves, and try
neglected and forlorn, so much
meals served out-of-doors,
within easy reach, I think there
them entirely separate from the highway, -- as much
12 old-fashioned village life is becoming extinct. People separateness, the sanctity of the front yard
call you by your first name and sitting
without being asked; we Americans
old-fashioned village life is already out of date. People separateness, the sanctity, of the front yard
call you by your first name, and sitting
without being asked. We Americans
13 much amused once at I believe if there is a covering inside few doors will be found unprovided with a peep-hole. It was better to hear the gate open and shut, and if it caught and dragged as front gates are very apt to do you could
much amused, once, at I believe, if there is a covering inside, few doors will be found unprovided with a peep-hole. It was better to hear the gate open and shut; and if it caught and dragged, as front gates are very apt to do, you could
14 a front-yard garden which seemed standing-room inside as if they were tiresome poor relations of the other flowers. I always felt a sympathy for French pinks, - they
a front-yard garden, which seemed standing-room inside, as if they were tiresome poor relations of the other flowers. I always felt a sympathy for French pinks; they
15 flowers were picked first and stood flowers were picked first, and stood 16 were a new fashion, and wave of Puritanism which swept
and, as for dancing, it
were a novelty, and wave of Puritanism, which swept
and as for dancing, it
17 were only used to keep the boxes of strings and nails and the duster; who come from a distance
important and powerful; the oldest churches are apt to be most thinly attended simply
progress and success we cling
seem to ourselves we are children
own country, but they will never forget us, and we belong to each other and always shall.
were used only to keep the boxes of strings, and nails, and the duster, who come from out of town to pay a visit
important and powerful. The oldest churches are apt to be most thinly attended, simply
progress and success, we cling
seem to ourselves, we are children
own country; but they will never forget us, and we belong to each other, and always shall.
18 than I used years ago, when I sometimes went to call glass of wine, and I proudly felt that I was a guest, though I was such a little thing an attention was being paid me, and a thrill of satisfaction used to go over me for my consequence
old friend's funeral - and saw
than when I sometimes went, years ago, to call glass of wine; and I proudly felt that I was a guest, -- though I was such a little thing, an attention was being paid me, -- and a thrill of satisfaction used to go over me at the thought of my consequence
old friend's funeral, and saw
19 or fast vanishing village fashions bit of autobiography of which
her authority and forgot I was under anybody's rule when I was out of doors. I
fences that were around my home; there
clustered together and built
or fast-vanishing village fashions bit of autobiography, of which
her authority, and forgot I was under anybody's rule, when I was out-of-doors. I
fences that were around my home: there
clustered together, and built
20 cut deeply into one of the bricks near the door-step. The H. C. was for Henry Currier, the mason, who had signed this choice bit of work as if it were a picture, and spring I used to find the first
their heads in the cracks of the flag-stones
cut deep into one of the bricks near the door-step. The H. C. was for Henry Currier, the mason, who had signed this choice bit of work as if it were a picture; and
spring I always found the first
their heads in the crevices of the flag-stones
21 And one morning, there suddenly appeared in one corner a beautiful dark-blue fleur-de-lis, and I joyfully broke its neck and carried it into the house, but three-cornered stand, built
this was put out of doors. She had a cherished tea-rose bush, and what should I find but a bud on it; it was
And one morning there suddenly appeared in one corner a beautiful dark-blue fleur-de-lis, and I joyfully broke its neck and carried it into the house; but
three-cornered green stand, built
this was put out-of-doors. She had a cherished tea-rose bush, and what should I find but a bud on it! It was
22 a long illness which leave of every one - she was ceremonious even then.
I was also afraid to stay at home alone. I was only five years old. It was in December, and the sky seemed to grow darker and darker, and I went out at last to sit on a door-step and cry softly to myself, and while I was there some one came to another door next the street, and rang the bell loudly again and again. I suppose I was afraid to answer the summons - indeed,
the gate in "Macbeth." I
a long illness, which leave of every one, - she was ceremonious even then.
I was afraid to stay at home alone. I was only five years old. It was in December, and the house seemed to grow darker and darker, until I went out at last to sit on a door-step and cry softly to myself; while I was there some one came to another door next the street, and rang the bell loudly again and again. I suppose I was afraid to answer the summons, - indeed,
the gate in Macbeth. I
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