{"product_id":"2940013313569","title":"Shifting Winds","description":"CHAPTER ONE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE COTTAGE AND ITS INMATES.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe family board was spread; the family kettle--an unusually fat one--\u003cbr\u003ewas singing on the fire, and the family chimney was roaring like a lion\u003cbr\u003eby reason of the wind, which blew a hurricane outside, and shook the\u003cbr\u003efamily mansion, a small wooden hut, to its foundations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe hour was midnight.  This fact was indicated by the family clock--a\u003cbr\u003eDutch one, with a face which had once been white, but was now become\u003cbr\u003egreenish yellow, probably from horror at the profanity of the artist who\u003cbr\u003ehad painted a basket of unrecognisable fruit above it, an irate cockatoo\u003cbr\u003ebelow it, and a blue church with a pink steeple as near to the centre of\u003cbr\u003eit as the hands would admit of.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe family circle, consisting of a stout good-looking woman of thirty or\u003cbr\u003ethereabouts, and a little boy and girl, were of the fisher class,\u003cbr\u003eobviously so to the senses of sight and smell.  They sat by the fire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was an unusual hour for supper, but then it was an unusually wild\u003cbr\u003enight, and the frequent glance cast by the woman at the Dutch clock with\u003cbr\u003ethe horrified countenance, showed clearly that the board was not spread\u003cbr\u003efor the family meal, but that they waited up for some absent one.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have said that the family circle sat by the fire, but this is not\u003cbr\u003estrictly correct.  One member of it, the little boy, stood in the middle\u003cbr\u003eof the room, howling!--howling so violently that his fat face had\u003cbr\u003echanged from its wonted bright red to deep purple.  Looking at him--as\u003cbr\u003ehe stood there arrayed in his uncle's red night-cap, his own\u003cbr\u003enight-shirt, which was also a day-shirt and much too small, and his\u003cbr\u003efather's pea-jacket, which was preposterously too large--one could not\u003cbr\u003eavoid the alarming surmise that there _might_ be such a thing as\u003cbr\u003ejuvenile apoplexy, and that that boy was on the point of becoming a\u003cbr\u003eliving, if not a dead, example of the terrible disease.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47082471653616,"sku":"2940013313569","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013313569_p0.jpg?v=1763579711","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013313569","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}