Gifts

Obviously a gift since the price had been clipped from the dust jacket. Found in Everyman’s Doggerel: Poems About Dogs.

This one makes me sad. It's from John Toland's The Rising Sun. I found it at a friends of the library sale a few years ago. I can only assume the old man was gone and probably the wife too and the kids cleaned out the house.

Not a gift but a loan from Mrs Supple to her round robin book club of 15 women during 1776-77, these details are inscribed in Letters from Italy, describing the manners, customs, antiquities, paintings, &c. of that country, by Lady Anna Riggs Miller.

>3 spiralsheep: Whoa! Very nice!