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2516450In Orchard Glenhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/in-orchard-glen-9781465539786/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2835880/6fc1a3a8-a8a3-41a1-aeba-e00e4fa082b7.jpg?v=638384517903800000102102MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/<p>APPLE-BLOSSOM DAYS It was on Christina Lindsays nineteenth birthday that she made the second Great Discovery about herself. The first one had been made when she was only eleven, and like the second it had proved an unpleasant surprise. It was midsummer holidays, that time when she was only eleven, and raspberry time too, and Christina and her brother Sandy were picking berries in the "Slash," a wild bit of semi-woodland away up on the hills that divided her home farm from the land of the Grant Sisters. The Grant Girlsthey were all three over fifty but everybody rightly called them girls,the Grant Girls were there picking berries too, with Mrs. Johnnie Dunn, and several Other friends; and there were many more groups scattered here and there through the green tangle of bushes and saplings. For a berry-patch was community property, and when the crop was plentiful, as it was this year, a berry-picking became a pleasant social function, where one met friends from near and far, and picnicked with them under the trees. Christina was working with furious speed. She and Sandy had been racing all morning to see who would be the first to fill a four-quart pail. For Uncle Neil had promised the winner unheard-of wealth, a whole quarter of a dollar to spend as one wished, and Christina was determined that the money should be hers. She had found a wonderful patch and was fairly pouring the berries into her pail in a red and black shower. She was keeping well down behind a clump of alder, too, out of range of Sandys roving eye. For Sandy had a habit of allowing you to find the best place, and then swooping down upon it like a plague of grasshoppers. She was working so hard that she did not notice a group of berry pickers who had taken up their station right opposite her on the Grant side of the low fence, and was suddenly attracted by the discovery that they were discussing her own family</p>...2449626In Orchard Glen102102https://www.gandhi.com.mx/in-orchard-glen-9781465539786/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2835880/6fc1a3a8-a8a3-41a1-aeba-e00e4fa082b7.jpg?v=638384517903800000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20219781465539786_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9781465539786_<p>APPLE-BLOSSOM DAYS It was on Christina Lindsays nineteenth birthday that she made the second Great Discovery about herself. The first one had been made when she was only eleven, and like the second it had proved an unpleasant surprise. It was midsummer holidays, that time when she was only eleven, and raspberry time too, and Christina and her brother Sandy were picking berries in the Slash, a wild bit of semi-woodland away up on the hills that divided her home farm from the land of the Grant Sisters. The Grant Girlsthey were all three over fifty but everybody rightly called them girls,the Grant Girls were there picking berries too, with Mrs. Johnnie Dunn, and several Other friends; and there were many more groups scattered here and there through the green tangle of bushes and saplings. For a berry-patch was community property, and when the crop was plentiful, as it was this year, a berry-picking became a pleasant social function, where one met friends from near and far, and picnicked with them under the trees. Christina was working with furious speed. She and Sandy had been racing all morning to see who would be the first to fill a four-quart pail. For Uncle Neil had promised the winner unheard-of wealth, a whole quarter of a dollar to spend as one wished, and Christina was determined that the money should be hers. She had found a wonderful patch and was fairly pouring the berries into her pail in a red and black shower. She was keeping well down behind a clump of alder, too, out of range of Sandys roving eye. For Sandy had a habit of allowing you to find the best place, and then swooping down upon it like a plague of grasshoppers. She was working so hard that she did not notice a group of berry pickers who had taken up their station right opposite her on the Grant side of the low fence, and was suddenly attracted by the discovery that they were discussing her own family</p>(*_*)9781465539786_<p>APPLE-BLOSSOM DAYS It was on Christina Lindsays nineteenth birthday that she made the second Great Discovery about herself. The first one had been made when she was only eleven, and like the second it had proved an unpleasant surprise. It was midsummer holidays, that time when she was only eleven, and raspberry time too, and Christina and her brother Sandy were picking berries in the "Slash," a wild bit of semi-woodland away up on the hills that divided her home farm from the land of the Grant Sisters. The Grant Girlsthey were all three over fifty but everybody rightly called them girls,the Grant Girls were there picking berries too, with Mrs. Johnnie Dunn, and several Other friends; and there were many more groups scattered here and there through the green tangle of bushes and saplings. For a berry-patch was community property, and when the crop was plentiful, as it was this year, a berry-picking became a pleasant social function, where one met friends from near and far, and picnicked with them under the trees. Christina was working with furious speed. She and Sandy had been racing all morning to see who would be the first to fill a four-quart pail. For Uncle Neil had promised the winner unheard-of wealth, a whole quarter of a dollar to spend as one wished, and Christina was determined that the money should be hers. She had found a wonderful patch and was fairly pouring the berries into her pail in a red and black shower. She was keeping well down behind a clump of alder, too, out of range of Sandys roving eye. For Sandy had a habit of allowing you to find the best place, and then swooping down upon it like a plague of grasshoppers. She was working so hard that she did not notice a group of berry pickers who had taken up their station right opposite her on the Grant side of the low fence, and was suddenly attracted by the discovery that they were discussing her own family</p>...9781465539786_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_3ec0280f-f90f-4584-ac7d-a92cedd3bc81_9781465539786;9781465539786_9781465539786Mary EstherInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-d7ba2f1d-887f-4ade-a1c2-c3fcf41d2e89.epub2021-02-24T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria