Mrs. Snow had lived forty years, and for fifteen of those years she had been too busy wishing things were different to find much time to enjoy things as they were.
that somehow she must prepare a welcome for this lonely little stranger.
Miss Polly lifted her chin
that somehow she must prepare a welcome for this lonely little stranger.
Miss Polly lifted her chi
the windows had not been raised. A big fly was buzzing angrily at one of them now, up and down, up and down, trying to get out.
