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From: | Joachim Fitzgerald |
Subject: | [Bug-gne] preacher syndicate |
Date: | Sun, 20 Aug 2006 19:04:22 -0400 |
And he wrote, Whenthe moon rises to-night think of
me and Ill think of you.
She alwaysmade her small self scarce when he came
to visit Cloud of Spruce.
He thought more of me than ofany girl in Owls Hill.
She was sure every living soul in the church must notice him. Because, you see, she
doesnt believe in God.
Marigold went away stiffly, regally, without a
backward glance.
I knew something would happen, she said, herlips
quivering. Come on for a walk down to the pasture-spring, he whispered.
Billy, it seemed, had not wanted to come to Aunt
Mins at all.
June in her turn stopped crying and glared at
Caroline.
Keyes saidit was her extravagance drove him to
stealing. Hip cornered her off at the party and asked her why she hadntanswered his
letters.
But they were a family Aunt Min
detested.
And Uncle Jarvis couldnt be round all the time. And
they made every day a gay adventure for themselves. Aunt Mins temper was a bit
uncertainalso.
Marigold got up with a long sigh of adjustment and
flung her armsabout Bernice. All that saved her self-respect was the fact that she
had not toldhim The Secret.
Pricerecovered from her fainting fits and Hip came
straight up to OwlsHill to see Marigold. Isnt this very thing thats happened a
proof? A huge lion prowled through John Burnhams field.
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