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A Little Maid of Virginia
"Rose Elinor Moore had just passed her eleventh year when her little cousin, Mary Lou Abbott, came from a town beyond the Blue Ridge, in the Valley of Virginia, to live with the Moores at Rosecrest, their beautiful home on the York River.
The house was built on a hill not far from the river; and its fine gardens with tall cedar trees, and box-lined paths, had roses of many colors whose fragrance drifted in through the open doors and windows of the house. Rose-bushes climbed up the porch and around the windows; delicate yellow roses, that first blossomed with Virginia’s April buttercups; beautiful white Yorks; rich damask roses, and sweet hundred-leafs. Rose Elinor often wondered if she had been named “Rose†on account of the garden, or if the place had been named “Rosecrest†because her own name was Rose. She liked to think that the place had really been named for her; but she had never asked, half-afraid that she would discover that she had been called Rose because of the beautiful garden.
From the top of the house, where there was a broad Hat space, over which was stretched a canvas awning, one could look up and down the broad York River for miles and miles, and here in the early evenings Mr. Moore and his visitors often sat, watching the white-sailed ships passing up the broad stream or down to the sea."