“Harry! Harry, please come here. I need you.”
With a sigh, Harry put her book aside and rose to stand. Her feet ached in her cousin"s too-large boots and her second-hand petticoats drooped to the floor. I have to make time to alter this monstrosity. But she knew better. The petticoat had been tripping her for months, and yet, when she had a chance, it was a novel, not a needle, that drew her attention.
I have to make time to alter this monstrosity.“Harry, please hurry!”
Harry hurried down the hall from her small bedroom under the eaves to her cousin"s larger room on the second floor, careful to keep her noisy boots confined to the soft black and red runner, lest they boom like thunder on the floorboards. A racket like that would certainly draw Uncle Malcolm"s attention… again. That"s th
