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House of Martha, The
Chapter 1. My Grandmother And I
Frank R Stockton
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       _ I. MY GRANDMOTHER AND I
       My grandmother sat in her own particular easy-chair by the open window of her back parlor. This was a pleasant place in which to sit in the afternoon, for the sun was then on the other side of the house, and she could look not only over the smooth grass of the side yard and the flower beds, which were under her especial care, but across the corner of the front lawn into the village street. Here, between two handsome maple-trees which stood upon the sidewalk, she could see something of what was going on in the outer world without presenting the appearance of one who is fond of watching her neighbors. It was not much that she saw, for the street was a quiet one; but a very little of that sort of thing satisfied her.
       She was a woman who was easily satisfied. As a proof of this, I may say that she looked upon me as a man who always did what was right. Indeed, I am quite sure there were cases when she saved herself a good deal of perplexing cogitation by assuming that a thing was right because I did it. I was her only grandchild: my father and mother had died when I was very young, and I had always lived with her,--that is, her house had always been my home; and as I am sure there had never been any reason why I should not be a dutiful and affectionate grandson, it was not surprising that she looked upon me with a certain tender partiality, and that she considered me worthy of all the good that she or fortune could bestow upon me.
       My grandmother was nearly seventy, but her physical powers had been excellently well preserved; and as to her mental vigor, I could see no change in it. Even when a little boy I had admired her powers of sympathetic consideration, by which she divined the needs and desires of her fellow-creatures; and now that I had become a grown man I found those powers as active and ready as they had ever been.
       The village in which we lived contained a goodly number of families of high standing and comfortable fortune. It was a village of well-kept and well-shaded streets, of close-cut grass, with no litter on the sidewalks. Our house was one of the best in the place, and since I had come of age I had greatly improved it. I had a fair inheritance from my mother, and this my grandmother desired me to expend without reference to what I was receiving and would receive from her. To her son's son would come ultimately everything that she possessed.
       Being thus able to carry out my ideas concerning the comfort and convenience of a bachelor, I had built a wing to my grandmother's house, which was occupied only by myself. It communicated by several doors with the main building, and these doors were nearly always open; but it was satisfactory to me to think that if I chose I might shut and lock them, and thus give my apartment the advantages of a separate house. The ground floor of my establishment consisted of a large and handsome library and study, with a good-sized anteroom opening from it, and above were my sleeping and dressing rooms. With the exception of the time devoted to reading, reflection, and repose, I lived with my grandmother.
       Neither of us, however, confined ourself to this village life. The winters my grandmother generally spent with a married sister in a neighboring city, and I was accustomed to visit and journey whenever it pleased me. Recently I had spent a year in Europe, and on my return I joined my grandmother for a while, before going to our village home. _
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Chapter 1. My Grandmother And I
Chapter 2. Relating To My Year In Europe
Chapter 3. The Modern Use Of The Human Ear
Chapter 4. I Obtain A Listener
Chapter 5. Chester Walkirk
Chapter 6. My Under-Study
Chapter 7. My Book
Chapter 8. The Malarial Adjunct
Chapter 9. Walkirk's Idea
Chapter 10. The Plan Of Seclusion
Chapter 11. My Nun
Chapter 12. Eza
Chapter 13. My Friend Vespa
Chapter 14. I Favor Permanency In Office
Chapter 15. How We Went Back To Genoa
Chapter 16. I Run Upon A Sandbar
Chapter 17. Regarding The Elucidation Of National Characteristics
Chapter 18. An Illegible Word
Chapter 19. Gray Ice
Chapter 20. Tomaso And I
Chapter 21. Lucilla And I
Chapter 22. I Close My Book
Chapter 23. Racket Island
Chapter 24. The Interpolation
Chapter 25. About Sylvia
Chapter 26. Mother Anastasia
Chapter 27. A Person
Chapter 28. The Floating Grocery
Chapter 29. Fantasy?
Chapter 30. A Discovery
Chapter 31. Taking Up Unfinished Work
Chapter 32. Tomaso And Lucilla
Chapter 33. The Distant Topsail
Chapter 34. The Central Hotel
Chapter 35. Money Makes The Mare Go
Chapter 36. In The Shade Of The Oak
Chapter 37. The Performance Of My Under-Study
Chapter 38. A Broken Trace
Chapter 39. A Soul Whisper?
Chapter 40. An Inspiration
Chapter 41. Miss Laniston
Chapter 42. The Mother Superior
Chapter 43. Was His Heart True To Poll?
Chapter 44. Preliminary Brotherhood
Chapter 45. I Make Coffee And Get Into Hot Water
Chapter 46. Going Back For A Friend
Chapter 47. I Interest Miss Laniston
Chapter 48. In A Cold, Bare Room
Chapter 49. My Own Way
Chapter 50. My Book of Travel
Chapter 51. A Loose End
Chapter 52. I finish the Sicilian Love-Story