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Excerpt: ""Perhaps Anne--" suggested Michael. "Why, yes-certainly, Anne," seconded Doromea, eagerly. "Of course Timothy's our friend, but Anne knows that we have just this last chapter and-all we need do is to ask her." "Um-m. What is she doing?" "She was trimming a hat on the west porch a few minutes ago." "Trimming a hat? Why, she never has one on her head!" Anne's husband looked at his unfinished manuscript aggrieved. "I think it was Gladys-Marie's hat." Doromea struggled back of plot to remember. "It had a look{10} of Gladys-Marie-an incoherent sort of cloche, you know, that was meant to…mehr

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Excerpt: ""Perhaps Anne--" suggested Michael. "Why, yes-certainly, Anne," seconded Doromea, eagerly. "Of course Timothy's our friend, but Anne knows that we have just this last chapter and-all we need do is to ask her." "Um-m. What is she doing?" "She was trimming a hat on the west porch a few minutes ago." "Trimming a hat? Why, she never has one on her head!" Anne's husband looked at his unfinished manuscript aggrieved. "I think it was Gladys-Marie's hat." Doromea struggled back of plot to remember. "It had a look{10} of Gladys-Marie-an incoherent sort of cloche, you know, that was meant to have been a sunbonnet." Michael laughed. "If you weren't my sister I should be afraid of you," he said, looking at her admiringly. "You see too deep-even in hats." "But I cannot trim them," answered Doromea, seriously. "Anne can-she can make the most delicious hat out of an old square of lace or something. I can't even tack a plume in place and have it look like anything but a curled poker." "You can only help write books," smiled Michael, "and this one"-he smoothed the thick pile of closely written paper-"is the best you've ever helped to write. Er-suppose we just go and speak to Anne.""

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Ruth Cranston, born on November 14, 1887, in Cincinnati, Ohio, was an American writer and lecturer who published both fiction and non-fiction across a wide range of subjects. The daughter of Methodist Bishop Earl Cranston and Laura A. Cranston, she received her early education through private tutors in France and Switzerland, often traveling with her family due to her father's missionary work. After returning to the United States, she graduated from Goucher College in 1908. Early in her career, she wrote articles focused on women's roles after graduation and later contributed to American publications while living abroad. Writing under the pseudonym Anne Warwick, she published several novels between 1911 and 1918, earning attention for their bold social commentary. After working with the Red Cross during World War I, she returned to the U.S. and later spent a decade in Geneva promoting international cooperation. In her later years, Cranston shifted toward religious and biographical writing, including works on world religions and a biography of Woodrow Wilson. She died on April 2, 1956, in New York City during a lecture tour.