eparture; but I think sae, I think sae."
At this point, Katherine Van Heemskirk came into the room; and the elder slightly moved his chair, and said, "Come awa', my bonnie lassie, and let us hae a look at you." And Katherine laughingly pushed a stool toward the fire, and sat down between the two men on the hearthstone. She was the daintiest little Dutch maiden that ever latched a shoe,--very diminutive, with a complexion like a sea-shell, great blue eyes, and such a quantity of pale yellow hair, that it made light of its ribbon snood, and rippled over her brow and slender white neck in bewildering curls. She dearly loved fine clothes; and she had not removed her visiting dress of Indian silk, nor her necklace of amber beads. And in her hands she held a great mass of lilies of the valley, which she caressed almost as if they were living things.
"Father," she said, nestling close to his side, "look at the lilies. How straight they are! How strong! Oh, the white bells full of sweet scent! In them put your
A historical romance that begins in the sober New York of 1765, when British aristocracy lorded over prim Dutch colonials. Young Katherine van Heemskirk has a forbidden, secret romance with a rakish English captain, leading to a vicious duel and public disgrace, while her brother futilely loves a pious Jewish girl.
Then the setting shifts to England and the novel becomes almost a Georgette Heyer society piece (Heyer must have been inspired by novels like this) before moving back to the colonies, on the brink of the American Revolution.
The author weaves in lots of interesting historical detail, although the plot doesn't always hang together.