|
From: | Rosalie Hines |
Subject: | [Jason-dev] pottery boss |
Date: | Fri, 22 Sep 2006 01:59:03 +0300 |
Time and again Judy let them havetheir suppers in
it. Evening after evening Pat carried pails of water to it.
Oh, it shouldntstorm the day Winnie was coming
home. It will soon have a light in its windows now. No wonder that Pat had to go
clearup to the Long House with Bets afterwards. Sniffing that delectable odour Pat
crept down through the silenthouse.
Only she,Pat, had no part or lot with
them.
I never thought I could like any one outside my own
family as muchas I like Bets.
Did Joe really cut off Gentleman Toms whiskers,
Judy? I used to watch thered sunrise behind them in the mornings when I woke
up.
And yet, when Winnie had been bobbed for a week, it
seemed as ifshe had been bobbed always.
We are so sorry for out middle namesbecause they
are never used. She andJingle heard them when they were coming home in the dim
fromHappiness.
That first night atElmwood was a rather dreadful
one. Judy, its dreadful that cats cant live as long as we do, sighedPat. A little
girl of about her own age was curled up in thecorner .
Uncle Brian says Jim Hartley will come to a bad
end. Only ten days more, said Pat, looking at the calendar. You went along the
Whispering Lane and acrossthe end of Uncle Toms garden and there was your path. Oh,
oh, I dont be much av a hand at writing letters, said Judydubiously. How dared
anybody laugh at such a moment? But Iwouldnt let on to Norma that I thought it fine
because she hasalways bragged so about it. Sometimes we call each otherGertrude and
Margaret.
Perhaps Uncle Brian wouldntbring her if it stormed.
|
[Prev in Thread] | Current Thread | [Next in Thread] |