Excerpt from A Daughter of Dale It was a plain old place, not comparable in the eyes of the architects with the other old mansion the professor had inherited up in the country, half way from Ashley to Riverton. But the clap boards were those Zenas Hare had put on, the paneling of the parlor Squire Henry Hare imported from the old country, along with the cloudy glass in the windows, on which three of the Revolution's heroes and its greatest traitor had scratched their initials with one of their hostess's diamonds. From its front door Archibald Hare rode away to follow Washington; to the same door came the professor's wife in all the bloom of her beauty; thither they carried the dead son, while baby Barbara in Hannah's arms laughed and played with the tassels of the carriage curtains. It was a plain old place, but Professor Hare loved it as a part of his own self. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.