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From: | Victoria Malone |
Subject: | [Gnu-search-hackers] ceiling |
Date: | Sun, 10 Sep 2006 20:59:46 -0400 |
I spose they wereafraid to tell you for fear youd
make a scene.
But it was still a lovely evening when Jingle and
Pat . Thebooks she had loved were no more than printed words. The old house was on
the top of the right cape. I packed yer mother off whin Cuddleswint. She had
thoughtit had come from a dead person. The daffodils and the columbineswould come up
in the spring but she would not be there to see.
A strange icy ripple, such as she had never felt
before, ran overPat.
Thebees would hum in the Canterbury bells and she
not there to listen.
She was good friends with the worldagain. I dont
think that is any business of yours, said Pat. I do hope they wont play Clap in and
Clap out.
She subsided into a mangy oldplush chair and looked
reproachfully at everybody. The tears that filled her eyes were not caused by dads
going.
Jingleknew that there were three Hughes girls there
and face them alonehe would not. Whin thespring comes just ye run out ivery morning
and wash yer face inmorning dew. As Pat remembered it it looked like Kathie. There
was no more fun for herthat evening.
It would be so much worse when you had to stop
hoping. The daffodils and the columbineswould come up in the spring but she would
not be there to see.
We must all be as brave as possible if father says
we must go,she said gently. They say Kathie Madison ispretty but Im sure she isnt
prettier than Bets. And it wasnt likely the tide rose this high. Dont ye go and get
drownded now, warned Judy, as she always didwhen anybody went to the shore. Still,
it was a comfort as she crept to bed again to remember thatKathie had the Madison
ears.
But at the party Kathie Madison stood beside me in
frontof the glass .
There was no more fun for herthat
evening.
And whos been minding looking at ye, Id like to
know, said Judyfiercely. The old house was on the top of the right
cape.
Nothing worse than this could have happened to
herin green.
No one thereto love or welcome the flowers. The old
house was on the top of the right cape.
Im afraid to hope, Judy, said Pat drearily.
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