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The San Rosario Ranch — Maud Howe Elliott

The San Rosario Ranch

Maud Howe Elliott

  • Novel
  • Book language: English
  • 252 pages

The San Rosario Ranch is an 1884 novel by Maud Howe Elliott. Set on a ranch, it opens with a household preparing for a guest, capturing daily life and warm domestic scenes. It offers a gentle glimpse of nineteenth-century ranch life.

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THE
SAN ROSARIO RANCH
BY
MAUD HOWE
BOSTON
ROBERTS BROTHERS
1884
Copyright, 1884,
BY ROBERTS BROTHERS.
University Press:
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE.

TO

My Beloved Sister,

LAURA E. RICHARDS.

SAN ROSARIO RANCH.

CHAPTER I.

"Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet,

Scatter the blossoms under her feet!"

The house was a large square building, simple and hospitable in appearance. A wide veranda ran about the four sides, heavily draped by climbing roses and clematis. There were indisputable evidences that visitors were expected. Old Tip, the dog, knew it as well as everybody else about the house. He had been routed out from his favorite spot on the sunny side of the piazza, by Ah Lam, who had given him a shower-bath of water and soap-suds, because he did not move away to make room for the scrubbing-brush which the whiteclad Celestial plied vigorously. From earliest morning the inhabitants of the simple house had been busied in making it ready. The very kittens which played about the steps of the piazza had licked an extra gloss upon their shining coats in honor of the expected guest. Only

Tip, the old hunting-dog, the spoiled child of the household, showed no interest in what was going on, and with a cynical growl trotted off to the woods behind the house, where he might sleep safe from all fear of interruption.

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