Excerpt from Little Miss. Melody But there was one house in the village where there were life and stir and prodigious amount of work going on. Away at the west end of the street, where the village church lifted its slim grey tower above the tree tops, stood the Manse. It was an old, grey, brick house with green shutters and a sagging veranda; and like all the other houses it was surrounded by a wide, green lawn and a gay, flower garden. On the veranda, under the heavy Virginia creepers, sat the busiest person in the village - a very small girl, strain ing every nerve to accomplish the hemming of a very large towel. To say that Janet Meldrum sat is scarcely correct; ex cept as a robin may be said to sit on a twig, on a warm April morning when the rain has just ceased. Her shining eyes, her restless little brown hands, her small thin body, even the long, heavy braid of brown hair, that hung almost to the hem of her pink gingham dress, were all alive and eager and in constant motion. Beside her low chair lay a little fox-terrier, dividing his time between taking very short naps and watching his mis tress to see what fun was coming next. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.