Excerpt from Miss. Minerva and William Green Hill Good-bye, Sam Lamb, said the child as the negro got back on the box and gathered up the reins. I '11 see you to-morrer. Miss Minerva imprinted a thin, old-maid kiss on the sweet, childish mouth. I am your Aunt Minerva, she said, as she picked up his satchel. The little boy carelessly drew the back of his hand across his mouth. 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.