The Old Stone House
Aunt Faith sat alone on the piazza and sad thoughts crowded into her heart. It was her birthday -the first day of June -and she could look back over more than half a century with that mournful retrospect which birthdays are apt to bring. Aunt Faith had seen trouble and had met affliction face to face.
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