her, and the waves danced about the boat, making little lapping sounds
which were like music--and the next thing she knew she was running up
the garden walk into her mother’s open arms.
“The stories are not yours, dear; they belong to all children,” said
her mother, when Mary Frances emptied her story satchel, and told of
her wonderful adventures among the Story People. “Let us make enough
copies for them all.”
And so they wrote this book.
Transcriber’s Note:
Punctuation has been standardized. Variations in hyphenation have been
retained as published. Changes have been made as follows:
Page 33
“Oh, yes,” exlaimed Mary Frances
“Oh, yes,” exclaimed Mary Frances
Page 130
balancing himself periously over
balancing himself perilously over
Page 195
the court was exceeding glad
the court was exceedingly glad
Page 304
though a window
through a window
Page 305
love to be like May, father, and
love to be like May, Father, and
Page 316
You musn’t let them startle
You mustn’t let them startle
End of Project Gutenberg's The Mary Frances Story Book, by Jane Eayre Fryer