The Golden Horseshoe.

New York: The MacMillan Company, 1935. Octavo, green cloth (hardcover), gilt letters, illustrated endpapers, illustrations throughout,[153] pp. Very Good, with light rubbed covers and neat former-owner signature and inscription. From first chapter: Birds flew up from the lawns and down from the branches of the great tulip trees on the terrace. Beyond the last box-hedge flowed the wide expanse of the James reflecting the clouds on its pale copper surface. The breeze that stirred the dining-room curtains had the smell of roses and river water in it, a negro gardener was singing, some guinea hens creaked sleepily in the shadow of a bush, and a horse neighed from the stables beyond the wing of the house. To-day young Caesar, Roger Stafford’s body servant, was helping Scipio, the butler, serve dinner since it was his master’s thirteenth birthday and Roger was to dine with his father, Colonel Anthony. The black boy was full of the importance of the occasion. He rearranged a flower in the big bouquet in the silver bowl and stood off to observe the effect. He, too, was thirteen. “Dunno how young Maas gwine lak Miss comin’ in fo’ dinnah, too, lak she was nigh to growed-up. Missy only ‘leben, an’ seem lak somehow young Massa lak better to be by hisse’f.” Old Scipio shook his head... (Inventory #: 5027bd)