Excerpt from Putnam Place The Forrester house, next door, is enclosed in upright pickets, cut across the top in graduated heights into garland shape. Miss Millicent Forrester has lived alone since the death of her father, the doctor. She busies herself in the care of the flower-beds, of the canary, and in supervision lest the fluted bands with rosettes at the comers that frame the doorway should show a streak of dust. With scissors in her gloved hands, she kneels on the lawn to trim away the tall grass spears that have grown so close to the fence that they have eluded the sickle, and whose waving blue shadows vary the whiteness of the fence-posts. But at the Forrester gate way there is no tree. The proudest elm in the row fell in the storm on the night that the doctor died, and its branches strewed the box-bordered path down which the black garbed men and women followed his coffin. In the succeeding days, as his daughter. 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.