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Kate Douglas Wiggin

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REBECCA OF SUNNYBROOK FARM 

"WE ARE SEVEN" 

The old stage coach was rumbling along
the dusty road that runs from Maplewood
to Riverboro.  The day was as warm
as midsummer, though it was only the middle of
May, and Mr.  Jeremiah Cobb was favoring the
horses as much as possible, yet never losing sight
of the fact that he carried the mail.  The hills were
many, and the reins lay loosely in his hands as he
lolled back in his seat and extended one foot and
leg luxuriously over the dashboard.  His brimmed
hat of worn felt was well pulled over his eyes, and
he revolved a quid of tobacco in his left cheek. 

There was one passenger in the coach,--a small
dark-haired person in a glossy buff calico dress.

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