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Category： Author：Marian Keith
Other years, by the time the mid-June days were come, the little brook that sang through John McIntyre's pasture-field had shrunk to a mere jeweled thread of golden pools and silver shallows, with here and there only the bleached pebbles to mark its course.
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Category： Author：novel
We meet Polly, Eleanor, Barbara, Kenneth, and the Lattimers. A lost goldmine is discovered in a blizzard. Sary chases after Jeb. A cliffhanger ending...
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Category： Author：Anna Katharine Green
The Golden Slipper is a collection of nine mysteries solved by Violet Strange, a young sleuth.
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Category： Author：Marian Keith
Miss Gordon was made of good Scotch granite, with a human heart beneath. The veneer of gentility had underneath it the pure gold of character. She seized the helm of the family ship with a heroic hand.
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Category： Author：novel
The morning sun was growing stronger as it rose higher. Collie, returning from driving his master's cow to the cool shade of the back pasture, felt its rays penetrate his shaggy coat. His tongue hung out as he padded swiftly up the garden path where already the dew was almost dried from the rows of marigolds and sweet William.
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Category： Author：novel
She is very fair, my little sister.I mean, not only she is good to look upon. I mean that she is white and golden, and always seemed to bring a shining where she went.
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Category： Author：乔治.艾略特 George Eliot
“I have not lacked thy mild reproof,Nor golden largess of thy praise.”
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Category： Author：émile Gaboriau
There is not in all Paris a house better kept or more inviting-looking than No. 23 in Grange Street.
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
The sunshine of a day in early spring, honey pale and honey sweet, was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea College and the grounds about them, throwing through the bare, budding maples and elms, delicate, evasive etchings of gold and brown on the paths
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
It was a warm, golden-cloudy, lovable afternoon. In the big living-room at Ingleside Susan Baker sat down with a certain grim satisfaction hovering about her like an aura; it was four o'clock and Susan, who had been working incessantly since six that morning, felt that she had fairly earned an hour of repose and gossip.
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