{"product_id":"2940013365605","title":"Dawn","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI.      THE GREAT TERROR\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eII.     DAD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIII.    FOR JERRY AND NED\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIV.     SCHOOL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eV.      WAITING\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVI.     LIGHTS OUT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVII.    SUSAN TO THE RESCUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIII.   AUNT NETTIE MEETS HER MATCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIX.     SUSAN SPEAKS HER MIND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eX.      AND NETTIE COLEBROOK SPEAKS HERS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXI.     NOT PATS BUT SCRATCHES\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXII.    CALLERS FOR \"KEITHIE\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIII.   FREE VERSE--A LA SUSAN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIV.    A SURPRISE ALL AROUND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXV.     AGAIN SUSAN TAKES A HAND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVI.    THE WORRY OF IT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVII.   DANIEL BURTON TAKES THE PLUNGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVIII.  \"MISS STEWART\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIX.    A MATTER OF LETTERS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXX.     WITH CHIN UP\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXI.    THE LION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXII.   HOW COULD YOU, MAZIE?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIII.  JOHN MCGUIRE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIV.   AS SUSAN SAW IT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXV.    KEITH TO THE RESCUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXVI.   MAZIE AGAIN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXVII.  FOR THE SAKE OF JOHN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXVIII. THE WAY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIX.   DOROTHY TRIES HER HAND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXX.    DANIEL BURTON'S \"JOB\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXXI.   WHAT SUSAN DID NOT SEE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXXII.  THE KEY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXXIII. AND ALL ON ACCOUNT OF SUSAN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE GREAT TERROR\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was on his fourteenth birthday that Keith Burton discovered the\u003cbr\u003eGreat Terror, though he did not know it by that name until some days\u003cbr\u003eafterward. He knew only, to his surprise and distress, that the\u003cbr\u003e\"Treasure Island,\" given to him by his father for a birthday present,\u003cbr\u003ewas printed in type so blurred and poor that he could scarcely read\u003cbr\u003eit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe said nothing, of course. In fact he shut the book very hastily,\u003cbr\u003ewith a quick, sidewise look, lest his father should see and notice the\u003cbr\u003eimperfection of his gift.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoor father! He would feel so bad after he had taken all that pains\u003cbr\u003eand spent all that money--and for something not absolutely necessary,\u003cbr\u003etoo! And then to get cheated like that. For, of course, he had been\u003cbr\u003echeated--such horrid print that nobody could read.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut it was only a day or two later that Keith found some more horrid\u003cbr\u003eprint. This time it was in his father's weekly journal that came every\u003cbr\u003eSaturday morning. He found it again that night in a magazine, and yet\u003cbr\u003eagain the next day in the Sunday newspaper.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, before he had evolved a satisfactory explanation in his own mind\u003cbr\u003eof this phenomenon, he heard Susan Betts talking with Mrs. McGuire\u003cbr\u003eover the back-yard fence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSusan Betts began the conversation. But that was nothing strange:\u003cbr\u003eSusan Betts always began the conversation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Have you heard about poor old Harrington?\" she demanded in what Keith\u003cbr\u003ecalled her \"excitingest\" voice. Then, as was always the case when she\u003cbr\u003espoke in that voice, she plunged on without waiting for a reply, as if\u003cbr\u003efearful lest her bit of news fall from the other pair of lips first.\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, he's blind--stone blind. He couldn't see a dollar bill--not if\u003cbr\u003eyou shook it right before his eyes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sho! you don't say!\" Mrs. McGuire dropped the wet sheet back into the\u003cbr\u003ebasket and came to the fence on her side concernedly. \"Now, ain't that\u003cbr\u003etoo bad?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, ain't it? An' he so kind, an' now so blind! It jest makes me\u003cbr\u003esick.\" Susan whipped open the twisted folds of a wet towel. Susan\u003cbr\u003eseldom stopped her work to talk. \"But I saw it comin' long ago. An' he\u003cbr\u003edid, too, poor man!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. McGuire lifted a bony hand to her face and tucked a flying wisp\u003cbr\u003eof hair behind her right ear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Then if he saw it comin', why couldn't he do somethin' to stop it?\"\u003cbr\u003eshe demanded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Illustration: SUSAN BETTS TALKING WITH MRS. MCGUIRE OVER THE BACKYARD\u003cbr\u003eFENCE]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I don't know. But he couldn't. Dr. Chandler said he couldn't. An'\u003cbr\u003ethey had a man up from Boston--one of them eye socialists what doesn't\u003cbr\u003edoctor anythin' but eyes--an' he said he couldn't.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147474452720,"sku":"2940013365605","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013365605","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}