Farther back on my mother"s shelves in the main room of my float house, there were a couple other books: The Purloined Letter, a short story by Edgar Allen Poe, and The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy, all in equally desolate condition. Once these books had been loved. I figured my mother must have read through them on many a day, many years ago, perhaps before I was born, and she brought them with her here, old friends like books often are.
The Purloined LetterThe Scarlet PimpernelPurloined. An obsolete word, no doubt. What did it mean? Google and find out, Annie Fanny. Let me count the ways… you"re a modern woman with a laptop. Why don"t we look on-line? Can count on-line, too. Five, six, pick up sticks. Shut up.
Purloined.Google and find out, Annie Fanny. Let me count the
