but full of tender wants.—THE PRINCESS I sat by my window sewing, one bright autumn day, thinking much of twenty other things, and very little of the long seam that slipped away from under my fingers slowly, but steadily, when I heard the front-door open with a quick push, and directly into my open door entered Laura Lane, with a degree of impetus that explained the previous sound in the hall.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 62, December, 1862 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various