The Whispering Rod: A Tale of Old Massachusetts

The Whispering Rod: A Tale of Old Massachusetts
ISBN-10
1572492481
ISBN-13
9781572492486
Category
Juvenile Fiction
Pages
167
Language
English
Published
2001
Publisher
White Mane Pub
Author
Nancy Kelley

Description

In 1659, fourteen-year-old Hannah Pryor is troubled by the persecution of Quakers by Puritan Boston's leading citizens, one of whom is her father, especially after learning of her deceased mother's friendship with a Quaker woman.

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