{"product_id":"2940013232419","title":"BOUND TO RISE","description":"CHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sit up to the table, children, breakfast's ready.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe speaker was a woman of middle age, not good-looking in the ordinary\u003cbr\u003eacceptation of the term, but nevertheless she looked good. She was\u003cbr\u003edressed with extreme plainness, in a cheap calico; but though cheap, the\u003cbr\u003edress was neat. The children she addressed were six in number, varying\u003cbr\u003ein age from twelve to four. The oldest, Harry, the hero of the present\u003cbr\u003estory, was a broad-shouldered, sturdy boy, with a frank, open face,\u003cbr\u003eresolute, though good-natured.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Father isn't here,\" said Fanny, the second child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"He'll be in directly. He went to the store, and he may stop as he comes\u003cbr\u003eback to milk.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe table was set in the center of the room, covered with a coarse\u003cbr\u003etablecloth. The breakfast provided was hardly of a kind to tempt an\u003cbr\u003eepicure. There was a loaf of bread cut into slices, and a dish of boiled\u003cbr\u003epotatoes. There was no butter and no meat, for the family were very\u003cbr\u003epoor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe children sat up to the table and began to eat. They were blessed\u003cbr\u003ewith good appetites, and did not grumble, as the majority of my readers\u003cbr\u003ewould have done, at the scanty fare. They had not been accustomed to\u003cbr\u003eanything better, and their appetites were not pampered by indulgence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey had scarcely commenced the meal when the father entered. Like his\u003cbr\u003ewife, he was coarsely dressed. In personal appearance he resembled his\u003cbr\u003eoldest boy. His wife looking up as he entered perceived that he looked\u003cbr\u003etroubled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What is the matter, Hiram?\" she asked. \"You look as if something had\u003cbr\u003ehappened.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nothing has happened yet,\" he answered; \"but I am afraid we are going\u003cbr\u003eto lose the cow.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Going to lose the cow!\" repeated Mrs. Walton in dismay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"She is sick. I don't know what's the matter with her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Perhaps it is only a trifle. She may get over it during the day.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"She may, but I'm afraid she won't. Farmer Henderson's cow was taken\u003cbr\u003ejust that way last fall, and he couldn't save her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What are you going to do?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I have been to Elihu Perkins, and he's coming over to see what he can\u003cbr\u003edo for her. He can save her if anybody can.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe children listened to this conversation, and, young as they were, the\u003cbr\u003eelder ones understood the calamity involved in the possible loss of the\u003cbr\u003ecow. They had but one, and that was relied upon to furnish milk for the\u003cbr\u003efamily, and, besides a small amount of butter and cheese, not for\u003cbr\u003ehome consumption, but for sale at the store in exchange for necessary\u003cbr\u003egroceries. The Waltons were too poor to indulge in these luxuries.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145557426416,"sku":"2940013232419","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013232419_p0.jpg?v=1763578691","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013232419","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}