Reprint of the original, first published in 1873.

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Reprint of the original, first published in 1875.

The final of Stowe's society novels, We and Our Neighbors is the sequel to My wife and I. In the book, Stowe continues the heartwarming tale of Harry and Eva Henderson and their domestic ups and downs. Lighthearted in tone, the book reveals much about Stowe's views of women and the primacy of their domestic roles.

At the start of WWII, the Seattle suburb of Bainbridge Island was 10% Japanese-American. Walt and Milly Woodward, publishers of the island's community newspaper, fought the forced internment of their neighbors, and helped the island community grapple with their exile. This brave, principled couple remain heroes to the Japanese-American community and the story of their fight helps us comprehend how precious our civil liberties are, and how easily they can be lost. --from publisher.

"Who can have taken the Ferguses' house, sister?" said a brisk little old lady, peeping through the window blinds. "It's taken! Just come here and look! There's a cart at the door." "You don't say so!" said Miss Dorcas, her elder sister, flying across the room to the window blinds, behind which Mrs. Betsey sat discreetly ensconced with her knitting work. "Where? Jack, get down, sir!" This last remark was addressed to a rough-coated Dandie Dinmont terrier, who had been winking in a half doze on a cushion at Miss Dorcas's feet. On the first suggestion that there was something to be looked at across the street, Jack had ticked briskly across the room, and now stood on his hind legs on an old embroidered chair, peering through the slats as industriously as if his opinion had been requested. "Get down, sir!" persisted Miss Dorcas. But Jack only winked contumaciously at Mrs. Betsey, whom he justly considered in the light of an ally, planted his toe nails more firmly in the embroidered chair-bottom, and stuck his nose further between the slats, while Mrs. Betsey took up for him, as he knew she would. "Do let the dog alone, Dorcas! He wants to see as much as anybody." "Now, Betsey, how am I ever to teach Jack not to jump on these chairs if you will always take his part? Besides, next we shall know, he'll be barking through the window blinds," said Miss Dorcas. Mrs. Betsey replied to the expostulation by making a sudden diversion of subject. "Oh, look, look!" she called, "that must beshe," as a face with radiant, dark eyes, framed in an aureole of bright golden hair, appeared in the doorway of the house across the street. "She's a pretty creature, anyway—much prettier than poor dear Mrs. Fergus."