It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Cable drove up in her trap and waited at the curb… — George Barr McCutcheon Copy Share Image
A tall young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to the doorway of a mansion in one of Chicago's most fashionable… — George Barr McCutcheon Copy Share Image
In course of time my first novel appeared. It was a love story. — George Barr McCutcheon Copy Share Image
“It's all right, little woman, take my word for it. If I were you, I'd cry. You'll see things differently through your tears.” — George Barr McCutcheon Copy Share Image
