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Bride Roses
Bride Roses
Bride Roses
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Bride Roses by William Dean Howells is a wonderful, light play about a florist who has to put together a lovely bouquet for a wedding. Excerpt: "A Lady, entering the florist's with her muff to her face, and fluttering gayly up to the counter, where the florist stands folding a mass of loose flowers in a roll of cotton batting: "Good morning, Mr. Eichenlaub! Ah, put plenty of cotton around the poor things, if you don't want them frozen stiff! You have no idea what a day it is, here in your little tropic."
LanguageEnglish
PublisherDigiCat
Release dateNov 21, 2022
ISBN8596547409403
Bride Roses
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William Dean Howells

William Dean Howells was an American realist novelist, literary critic, and playwright, nicknamed the “Dean of American Letters.”  

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    Bride Roses - William Dean Howells

    William Dean Howells

    Bride Roses

    EAN 8596547409403

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: [email protected]

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    Bride Roses

    SCENE

    Plays and Poems

    BY WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS

    BOSTON AND NEW YORK

    Houghton, Mifflin and Company MDCCCC

    COPYRIGHT, 1893, BY HARPER & BROTHERS

    COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY W. D. HOWELLS

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


    Bride Roses

    Table of Contents

    SCENE

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    A Lady, entering the florist's with her muff to her face, and fluttering gayly up to the counter, where the florist stands folding a mass of loose flowers in a roll of cotton batting: Good-morning, Mr. Eichenlaub! Ah, put plenty of cotton round the poor things, if you don't want them frozen stiff! You have no idea what a day it is, here in your little tropic. She takes away her muff as she speaks, but gives each of her cheeks a final pressure with it, and holds it up with one hand inside as she sinks upon the stool before the counter.

    The Florist: Dropic? With icepergs on the wintows? He nods his head toward the frosty panes, and wraps a sheet of tissue-paper around the cotton and the flowers.

    The Lady: But you are not near the windows. Back here it is midsummer!

    The Florist: Yes, we got a rhevricherator to keep the rhoces from sunstroke. He crimps the paper at the top, and twists it at the bottom

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