{"product_id":"2940013762121","title":"Kirkham's Find","description":"\"LIFE IS SO DULL\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes\u003cbr\u003eand aspirations, as the sparks fly upwards, unless he has brutified his\u003cbr\u003enature, and quenched the spirit of immortality, which is his portion.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSOUTHEY.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nancy!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's the good of sitting there saying 'well' when you know I want\u003cbr\u003eyou?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA pretty girl with golden brown hair and laughing blue eyes closed her\u003cbr\u003ebook and, rising leisurely from the log on which she had been seated,\u003cbr\u003ecrossed the orchard and joined her sister under the apple tree.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What do you want?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Those hives are just full of honey, don't you think I might take some?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm sure I don't know. I thought the book said bees ought to have enough\u003cbr\u003eleft to feed them through the winter.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But it's only November. There are six months till the winter.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And how are you going to take the honey?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Smoke the bees or something. That wretched book only tells about frame\u003cbr\u003ehives. Where am I go to get money for frame hives?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh! gin cases do well enough, I think,\" said Nancy, cheerfully. \"If you\u003cbr\u003edon't like them you can sell honey and buy others.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's just it, I want to know how I'm to get the honey, and then, when\u003cbr\u003eI've got it, I want to know how I'm to sell it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Phoebe Marsden was taller than her sister, and, so said the little world\u003cbr\u003eof brothers and sisters, not nearly so pretty, in fact not pretty at\u003cbr\u003eall. She was older too, more than two years older, almost twenty-four,\u003cbr\u003eand the eldest of the family. The younger ones looked on her as quite an\u003cbr\u003eold maid, and she herself felt her life, as far as any happiness or\u003cbr\u003epleasure to herself went, was nearly over. She was nearly a quarter of a\u003cbr\u003ecentury old, a great age, so said her world, for a single woman, and she\u003cbr\u003ewas inclined to think the world had no use for her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Mother will buy it from you. You know she said she would.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, I know. Poor mother,\" and Phoebe laughed scornfully. \"She'll give\u003cbr\u003eme about a penny a pound, and pay me when she has the money. It'll come\u003cbr\u003edribbling in, and I'll feel myself a brute for taking it, especially\u003cbr\u003eafter the boys have eaten all the honey.\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145777529072,"sku":"2940013762121","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013762121_p0.jpg?v=1763598685","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013762121","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}