Mary Marie: Large Print Eleanor
by H Porter
2020-05-26 16:19:53
Mary Marie: Large Print Eleanor
by H Porter
2020-05-26 16:19:53
The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber oldroom. That's the way it ought to begin, I know, and I'd like to do it, but I can't. I'm beginning with my being born, of course, and Nurse Sarah says the sun was...
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The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber oldroom. That's the way it ought to begin, I know, and I'd like to do it, but I can't. I'm beginning with my being born, of course, and Nurse Sarah says the sun wasn't shining at all. It was night and the stars were out. She remembers particularly about the stars, for Father was in the observatory, and couldn't be disturbed. (We never disturb Father when he's there, you know.) And so he didn't even know he had a daughter until the next morning when he came out to breakfast. And he was late to that, for he stopped to write down something he had found out about one of the consternations in the night.
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