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Chapters (36)
  1. Title Page
  2. Epigraph
  3. VOLUME I
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. VOLUME II
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. VOLUME III
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. AFTERWORD
  34. PRAISE FOR Grange House
  35. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  36. Copyright Page

We are expecting a house surgeon from Boston tonight who is sent by Dr. Hayes (the husband of a very good friend of Mama’s and a very fine physician), who has not much opinion of the local doctors, Dr. Lewes having regretfully departed on Wednesday morning. It will be a comfort to have someone always here and we shall feel we have done all that is possible (we have had a surgeon from Rockland for a day and the doctor from Middle Haven three times)—beside which, he cannot fail to be an improvement on the present incumbent. You could not believe anyone could be as utterly without tact as he, and he adds to our alarm in every possible way. We have a lovely nurse, however, and Jessie is a great help—but we are so far away and so unhappy.

Yours,

M. L. T.

33 Broad Street

Thursday, 20 August 1896

Dear Miss Thomas,

I only just heard of the death of your dear father, and I can’t express in words how shocked I was, or how I feel for you. Although I was quite young at the time, I remember my father’s death and the horror of it all. I have always felt myself that one should try to be thankful when a dear one is taken from this poor, wicked old world of ours to a better one, where there is no more sorrow. Please let me know, if you can, what I can do for you. If I can be of service to you in any way, I should be grateful, if you would let me.

Yours sincerely,

J. T. Lanman

VOLUME II

VOLUME II

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

We buried Papa upon the hill in Middle Haven churchyard on a brilliant August morning. Mama would have none at his grave but we two, and for the first time I stood alone beside my mother and watched our vital third depart from us. I did not listen to the minister’s words save to mark sadly that he bid my father to heaven as he might offer directions to a stranger. Though his manner was all it should be, nonetheless he knew us little—as summer people only—and laid upon my father’s coffin but a ritual hand in farewell. How lonely Papa would be, I reflected, watching the minister bless the soil; for there was none familiar to stop beside him as the first rain fell upon his face, and none to share the chill of autumn’s coming winds.