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From: | Madeleine Acevedo |
Subject: | [grt-talk] mooch |
Date: | Wed, 9 Aug 2006 16:22:02 -0500 |
None of the girls in school can make point
lace. I called it The White Lady first but nowIve changed it to The Child of
the Sea.
If he had I suppose hewould have killed
her.
Aunt Elizabethsaid We might as well let her.
All Emilys dread of Father Cassidyreturned.
Aunt Laura wasnicer but when she said, Dont
cry, dear.
The By and Father Cassidy listened with
equalgravity until she had finished.
ForEmily thought her heart WAS breaking; she
couldnt go on living andsuffering like this.
Goodness knows what youll be doing when you
grow up. I have written a descripshun of her on a letter-bill.
Emily gave up trying to understand Father
Cassidy. And she is interesting although she is notnice. You are not going to
receive letters I am not tosee, Miss. It is raining to-night and it sounds like
fairies feet dancingover the garret roof.
Somehow she had entire confidencein Father
Cassidy. SuddenlyFather Cassidy leaned across the table and said,Now, just
whats bothering you?
Perhaps it WAS a dreadful thing to do from
everypoint of view. And all the girls in school arejust wild because they hear
us talking in it and cant make it out.
And she did not mind letting FatherCassidy
hear her precious stuff.
Then the By winked at her, butFather Cassidy
put his long brown fingers together.
Mrs Cassidy smiled, kissed Emily, said she
must go out and finishher preserving, and trotted off. Mrs Cassidys plum cake
was all her reverend sonclaimed, and the cream cow seemed to be no
myth.
THAT means My father is dead and sois my
mother.
And it was so annoying to hear those boys
talking French when wecouldnt understand a word of it.
I thought I would write this to you, dear
Father, because itstruck me as humerus.
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