Nellie L. McClung Books

Purple Springs

Nellie L. McClung

It was the last day of February, the extra day, dead still, and biting cold, with thick, lead-colored skies shading down to inky blue at the western horizon. In the ravine below John Watson's house tr..

Sowing Seeds in Danny

Nellie L. McClung

In her comfortable sitting room Mrs. J. Burton Francis sat, at peace with herself and all mankind. The glory of the short winter afternoon streamed into the room and touched with new warmth and tender..