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1889. Another heartwarming tale from the author of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. The story begins: It was nine o'clock one sunny California morning, and Geoffrey Strong stood under the live-oak trees in Las Flores Canon, with a pot of black paint in one hand and a huge brush in the other. He could have handled these implements to better purpose and with better grace had not his arms been firmly held by three laughing girls, who pulled not wisely, but too well. He was further incommoded by the presence of a small urchin who lay on the dusty ground beneath his feet, fastening an upward clutch on the legs of his trousers. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.