The Purple Parasol

By George Barr McCutcheon

The Purple Parasol by Henry Seton Merriman is a gentle, cozy read, perfect for curling up with on a Saturday night. Excerpt: "Young Rossiter did not like the task. The more he thought of it as he whirled northward on the Empire State Express the more distasteful it seemed to grow. "Hang it all," he thought, throwing down his magazine in disgust, "it's like police work. And heaven knows I haven't wanted to be a cop since we lived in Newark twenty years ago. Why the dickens did old Wharton marry her?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Sep 15, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547306344

George Barr McCutcheon

George Barr McCutcheon (1866–1928) was an American novelist and playwright. McCutcheon first achieved success with a series of romantic novels set in the fictional country of Graustark and later went on to write the novel Brewster’s Millions, which was adapted into a play and several films. Born and educated in Indiana, McCutcheon is considered to be part of the golden age of Indiana literature. 

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George Barr McCutcheon

The Purple Parasol

EAN 8596547306344

DigiCat, 2022

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THURSDAY.

Settled comfortably in Eagle Nest House. Devilish rugged and out-of-the-way place. Mrs. Van Haltford is called Aunt Josephine. She and Miss Debby Crozier have rooms on the third floor. Mine is next to theirs, Havens's is next to mine, and Mrs. Wharton has two rooms beyond his. We are not unlike a big family party. They're rather nice to me. I go walking with Aunt Josephine. I don't understand why I'm sandwiched in between Havens and Aunt Josephine. Otherwise the arrangement is neat. There is a veranda outside our windows. We sit upon it. Aunt Josephine is a great bluff, but she's clever. She's never napping. I've tried to pump her. Miss Crozier is harmless. She doesn't care. Havens never takes his eyes off Mrs. W. when they are together. She looks at him a good bit, too. They don't pay much attention to me. Aunt Josephine's husband is very old and very busy. He can't take vacations. Everybody went to bed early to-night. No evidence to-day.

FRIDAY NIGHT.

"Havens and Mrs. W. went hill-climbing this afternoon and were gone for an hour before I missed them. Then