Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island, Paperback | Indigo Chapters

A September morning has dawned, with only a vague tang of autumn in the air. In the green old dooryard at the Red Mill, under the spreading shade trees, two girls are shelling a great basket of dried lima beans for the winter's store. The smaller, black-haired girl begins the conversation. \"Suppose Jane Ann doesn't come, Ruth?\" \"You mean on this morning train?\" responded the plumper and more mature-looking girl, whose frank face was particularly attractive. \"Yes.\""14.96 | Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island, Paperback | Indigo Chapters