E-text prepared by Charlene Taylor, Joel Erickson, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) She stood at her bedroom window before going downstairs to take up the burden of a new day. She was just seventeen, but they did not keep any account of anniversaries at Hickory Farm. The sun had given her a loving glance as he lifted his bright old face above the horizon, but her father was too busy and careworn to remember, and, since her mother had gone away, there was no one else. She had read of the birthdays of other girls, full of strange, sweet surprises, and tender thoughts--but those were girls with mothers. A smile like a stray beam of sunshine d…
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