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From: | Ethel Mcfarland |
Subject: | [baby-devel] nonproliferation bath |
Date: | Sat, 16 Sep 2006 20:39:11 +0300 |
And the other one will do nicely for a guest-room.
A thin, sewed-up mouth like UncleWilliam?
Jane knew he was looking her over anddidnt mind.
That he could buy all this loveliness for four hundreddollars was enough
luck.
She never spoke of himor thought of him as he
again. To you, Jane, I willconfide my dearest dream.
Ive been living atBrookview this past
year.
Jane didnt believe she would sleep that night.
There are people who areborn knowing things.
The face was as familiar to her as her
own.
But, though she felt thatsomething had taken her
life and torn it apart, she did not cry.
She was trembling withdelight as she stepped over
the threshold.
You couldsee the gulf from the kitchen
window.
How could one goto sleep with so many wonderful
things to think of? On the other hand, neither am I on relief.
Dad handed over fifty dollars and said the rest
would be paid nextday.
In the living-room AuntIrene took off her hat and
coat, patted her hair and put her armaround Jane.
How could two people like mother and dad hateeach
other? The song the sea-wind was singing was music native to herears.
The other little room would do you for
astudy.
Terrible waves of loneliness went over
her.
Its been a pleasure, said Mrs Stanley, politely
anduntruthfully. Her eyes were wide with dismay but her voice was cool and quiet
asshe said good-bye. It doesntseem as if there could ever be another so happy. It
was not so easy to find the old Jones house.
There was something friendly about the room. I just
cant bear to have this day go, said Jane. This Jane person, dad remarked to the
ceiling, knows heronions. Breakfast was the first ordeal and Jane was no hungrier
than shehad been the night before. She feltthat she had known dad for
years.
She would not talk about that secret bitternessto
Aunt Irene. That he could buy all this loveliness for four hundreddollars was enough
luck.
Morning comes at last, be the night ever so long.
It was allwrong that mother had asked her not to speak of her to him. We take the
car ferry there across to the Island, Mrs Stanleyexplained. In the living-room
AuntIrene took off her hat and coat, patted her hair and put her armaround Jane. The
door opened and Aunt Irene came in, in her nightdress.
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