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American Story  : The Californian's Tale (1)

 

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Now the weekly Special English program American Stories.

 

Our story today is called ''The Californian's Tale''. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.

 

Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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Now weekly the special English program American stories. Our story today is called the CA's tale. it was written by Mark Twain, here is Shxx Nxx with the story.

When I was young, I went to look for gold in CA, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover our beautiful part of the country. It was call the Stanislaus, the Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft wind touched the trees. Other men also look for gold, and reached the Stanislaus hills of CA many years before I did, they here build a town in the valley with side walk, stores, banks and schools. they had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 At first they found a lot gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck didn't last. After a few years, the gold disappeared, by the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone to xxx in the street and little houses were covered by wild xx bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I went through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered wild xx bushes. a nice garden in front of was full of blue and yellow flowers. Quite curtains hang from the window flowed in the soft summer wind, still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been lived for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. we slept on the hard ground it can't be from cold metal place and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. here in this little, my spirit seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on this shining wood floor. Pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashell, books, and china vessels full of flowers. A women had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must had shown in my face. The man read my thoughts, yes, he smiled, it was all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand. [ 本帖最后由 jacobhuang 于 2008-3-8 12:59 编辑 ]
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Now weekly special English program American stories. Our story today is called the Californian's Tale . It was written by Mark Twain.Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

 

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in Californian, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus, the Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold, and reached the Stanislaus hills of Californian many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with side walks  and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

 

 At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone to. Grass now grown in the streets and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hang from the windows and flowed in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, eat caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts."yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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Now, the weekly Special English program- American Stories.

 

(music)

 

Our story today is called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is ShapeNear with the story.

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the STH. The STH was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hales and deep forests with soft winds touch the trees. Other man also looking for gold as reached the STH of California many years before I did.

 

They helped built the town in the valley with sidewalks, saint-stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for the families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the STH. But their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But the time I reached the STH, all the people were go on too. Grass now grew in the streets. And little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of windsects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that some of days so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses.

 

This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. And nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue went yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and flowed in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining campus with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground. It cann't be colder metal plates and spend our days in the difficult search for a gold.

 

 Yielding this little house, my spirits seam to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room. And on little tables, there were seashells, books and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "It's all her work. Everything in the room has felt her touch of her hand."

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Now the weekly special English program American stories. Our story today is called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

 

 

 

 

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus, the Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold, and reached the Stanislaus hills of California many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with side walks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

 

 

 

 

 At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

 

 

 

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand." 

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Now the weekly special English program American stories. Our story today is called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus, the Stanislaus was like Heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold, had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with side walks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must had shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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Now the weekly special English program: American stories.Our story today is called Califonia's Tale. It was written by Mark Twin. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. When I was young, I went looking for gold in Califonia. I never found enough to make me rich but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislow. The Stanislow was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other man, also looking for gold, had reached the Stanislow hills of Califonia many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the Stanislow hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But the time I reached the Stanislow. All the people were gone to. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild roses and bushes. Only the sound of insects fills the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild gross bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtons hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate cand beings from cold metal place and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirits seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rog on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were see shows, books and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face, the man read my thoughts. "Yes",he smiled,"It is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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now the weekly special english program American Stories. Our story today is called Californian 's tale. it was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neo with the story. When i was young, I went to looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover beautiful part of the county. It was called, SL , SL was liked a heaven on earth. It had bright green and deep forest wiht the soft wind touched the trees. Other man also looked for gold and reached SL here California/ many years before i did. they had built the town in SL in with the sidewalk, banks and schools. they also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in Stannes but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappered. but the time i reached S all the poeple were gone too. grass now grow in the steet and little houses were covered by the wild root bushes, only insets were .filled in the air as i walked through the empty town in that summer day so long ago. Then,i realaized i was not alone at all. a man smiling at me, as he stood in fornt of one of liitle houses, this house was not covered by wild gras bushed, a nice little garden in fornt of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. white curtain hung form the window and flew in the summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and /to me. i went to inside and could believe my eyes. I had been living for the weeks in the rough miling camps with other gold miners, we slept on the hard groud, ate canned beans form cold metal plates and spend our days in the difficulty search for gold and . Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. i saw bright rug on the shining wooden floor, picture hung,all the round the room a liitle talbe there was seashell, books and china vase full of flowers. a woman make this house into a home. The pleasue i felt in my heart must be shown on my face. the man read my thoughts, "yes " he smiled ," it is all her work. Everything in this room had felt the touch of her hand.
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   Our story today is called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is ShapeNear with the story.

   When I was young, I went looking for gold in Californian. I never found enough to make me rich.But I did discover a beautiful part of country. It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It has light green hills and deep forests where shoft winds touched the trees. Other man also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus hills of California many years before I did. They had built town in the valley with side walks and stores、banks and schools . They had also built pretty little houses for the families. At first , they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills. But their good luck did not last. After a few years the gold disappeared. 

   By the time I reach the Stanislaus. All the pepole were gone too, grass now grew in the streets and the little house was covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walk through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

   Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in the front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.White curtains hung from the window and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I have been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here this little house my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room. And on the table there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home, the pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts "Yes" he simled,"this is all her work, everything in the room has felt the touch of her hand."

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Now the weekly special english program American Stories.

 

Our story today is called “The Californian’s Tale”, it was written by Mark Twain, here is Shep O’Neal with the story.

 

When I was young I went to look for gold in Californian. I never founding enough to make me rich I did discovery rural beautiful part of the country. It was called the Standaslaw, the Standaslaw was like heaven on earth, it had bright green hills, and deep forests with soft winds touch the trees. Other man also looking for gold at reached Standaslaw hills of Californian many year before I did. They had built a town in the Valley with side walks and stores, banks and schools, they had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

At first, they found a lot of gold in the Standaslaw hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years the glod disappeared by the time I reached Stanaslaw all the people were gone to. Grass grew in the street and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insect fill the air as I work through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone afterward. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses, this house was not covered by wild rose bushes, a nice little garden in front of his house was full of blue and yellow followers. White curtains hang from windows and flowed in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man open the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes, I have been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners, we slept on the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent days in difficulty search for gold.

 

Here is in this little house, my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor, pictures hang all around the room, and on little tables there were sea shells, books and China vases for followers, a woman have made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face, the man read my thoughts, “yes,” he smiled, “it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand.” [ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-8 21:59 编辑 ]

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Now the weekly Special English program American stories.

 

Our story today is called ''The Californian's Tale''. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.

 

Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-8 21:54 编辑 ]

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now the weekly special english program american storys our story today is calle d 'the california 's tale' , it was written by mark twain . here is the sheponear with the story when i was young ,i went looking for gold in california , i never found enough to make me rich. but i did discover a beautiful part of the country, it was called the stannessro the stannessro now was like heaven on earth, it had bright green hills and deep forests with soft winds touched the trees other men,also looking for gold and reach the stannessro hills of california many years before i did . they built the town in the valley with // and stores banks and schools , they had also built pretty little houses for the families at first they found a lot of gold in the stannessro hills. but their good luck did not last, after a few years , the gold disappeared, by the time i reach the stannessro hill, all the people were gone to,grass now glue in the streets , and little house was cover by wild road bushes , only the sound of insects filled the ear as i walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. then i realized i was not alone at all. a man was smiling at me ,as he stood in front of the one of the little houses, this house was not coverd by wild road bushes. a nice little garden in front of the house was full of bule and yellow flowers,, quiet cottons hang from the window and floated in the soft summer wind , still smiling , the man open the door of his house and motioned to me , i went inside and could not believe my eyes , i had be living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners , we slept down the hard ground , eat caned beans from cold metal plates and spend our days in the difficult search for gold , here in this little house , my spirits seem to come to life again i saw a bright logo on the shineing wooden floor , pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashells ,books and china visas full of flowers , a woman had made this house into a home , the pleasure i felt in my heart must had shown on my face , the man red my thoughts "yes "he smiled ,it is all her work , everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand
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now the weekly specail english program,american stories. our story today is called THE CALIFLIAN TALE'S it was written by mark twin ,HER IS XXwith story when i was young ,i want looking for gold in califlian,i never found engough to rich to me ,but i did dicovery

 

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Now the weekly Special English program American stories.

Our story today is called 'The California's Tale' It was written by Mark Twain.Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.

When I was young I went looking for gold in California.I never found enough to make me rich.But i did discovered of beautiful part of the country.It was called Stanislaus Hills

The Stanislaus Hills was like heaven on earth.It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees.Every man also looking for gold had reached Stanislaus Hills of California many years before i did.They had built the  town in the valley with sidewalks some stores ,banks and schools.They had also built pretty little houses for the families.At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills But their good luck did not last.After a few years the gold disappeared.

 

But the time I reached the Stanislaus Hills.All the people were gone too.Grass now grew in the streets and a littles houses were covered by wild rose bushes.Only the songs of insects虫,昆虫 filled the ear.As I walked through the empty town that  summer day so long ago.Then I realized I was not a lone after all.A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses.This house was not covered by wild rose bushes.

 

A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.White curtains hang from the windows and flowed in the soft summer wind.Still smiling the man opened door of his house and motions to me.I went inside and could not believe my eyes.I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners we slept down in the hard ground ate canned beans灌装豆 in the cold metal plate and spent our days in the difficult search for gold.

 

Here in the little house my spirit seemed to come to life again.I saw a bright rug小地毯 on a shining wooden floor.Pictures hang all aroud the room.and on little tables there were seashells贝壳 books and china vases花瓶 full of flowers.A woman had made this house into a home,the pleasure i felt in my heart must had shown on my face.The man read my thoughts,yes it is he smiled ,it's all her work.Everything in the room had filled the touch of her hand.

 

 

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Now the weekly English program the American stories. Our story today was called the Californian’s tale. It was written by mark twain. Here is shaper nioln with the story.

 

When I was young , I went looking for gold in califonige. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It’s called the standing slaw. The standing sl was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills , and deep forest where soft winds touch the trees. 

Other men also looking for gold had reach the standing slaw of Californian many years before I did. They had build the town in the vilely with side walks and stones barns and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a much of gold in standing slaw hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years , the gold disappeared. By the time I reach the standing sl , all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets , and the little houses were covered by wild roed  bushes. Only the sound in air fill the ear as I walk through the empty town that summer day so long ago .

Then I realized that I was not along after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wile rude bushes. And nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.    Cartons   Hang from the window and flowed in the summer soft wind.

Still smiling ,the man opend the door after his house and motions to me . I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in   candy  with gold miners . we slept in the stone ground ,eat   c  form cold miner place and spend our days busy in difficult search for gold. Here is a little house , my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright   in the wooden floor. Pictures hang all around the room , and a little table there was seashells books and china vises  , full of flowers . a women had made this house into a home.

The pleasure I felt in my heart must be showed on my face. The men read my thoughts ,”yes ,” he smiled ,”it’s all her work. Every thing in this room had filled the touch of her hands.”

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