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From: | Edwin Connor |
Subject: | [Aleona-CVS] gangrene |
Date: | Mon, 4 Sep 2006 20:19:16 +0200 |
There had been doings at St Agathas that night
She was still more amazed when mother said, quickly
and vehemently,I hate it!
You get that stubborn will of yours from your
father, she said,her face twisted with anger.
Having left Toronto on the morning train, they were
inCharlottetown by mid-afternoon.
She released the cat who stood looking squiffily
about. Her grandmother wants to cut that cat out.
She got up in the night to re-read the letters they
were in. Frosty starsgleaming out in still frostier evening blue over quiet
fieldsthinly white with snow. Therewere misty, pale green woods over the
river.
Everybody looked at Jane as if they expected her to
go into spasmsof delight. For the moment she looked simply likea very shrewish old
spitfire.
Mins mas cow was worn out and Mins ma wasgoing to
get a new one. Im so glad your father put the telephone in for you
Dont let the cat out, shrieked breathless, pursuing
Jane. Jane was sorry when they got offat Bloor for that meant they were
comparatively near home.
I agree with your grandmother that there is
nothingmore to be said. They senther little gifts which gave her far more delight
than the fine onesshe got in Toronto.
And from that same hill theycaught their first
far-away glimpse of Lantern Hill.
Oh, Jane,I wish you could see the pussy-willows in
our swamp. He had to be more pampered than ababy, said Mary.
Frosty starsgleaming out in still frostier evening
blue over quiet fieldsthinly white with snow. They went to lunch at Uncle Davids and
there was a copy ofSaturday Evening in the library.
I had the vet for him but he could donothing. But
shes met her match at last or Im mistaken.
A letter from home, said Jane thoughtlessly. She
released the cat who stood looking squiffily about.
She picked up the card Ding-dong had sent
Jane.
Snowball looked so little desirous of pity. Just
think, reflected Jane happily, in a week Ill be on QueensShore. She knew what dad
thought about her bones.
The supper shegot up for Phyllis made that damsel
open her eyes. It had been an early spring andall the blossom show was
over.
Were all so glad youre coming back this summer,
Jane. I think that between a summer in Englandand a summer in a hut in a country
settlement on P. Her grandmother wants to cut that cat out.
Mary and Frankhad discussed that cat in the
kitchen.
Let me make the croquettes for lunch, Mary, she
begged one day. Dad thought the budget would stretch to a potato-ricer.
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