She stood at the side of the house, under the tree, and watched. She had been mistaken. It was that Mrs. Douglas, not Mrs. Earnshaw. Why hadn’t Peggy told her Mrs. Douglas was going to sit? Deceitful little b***h.
There’s no use crying, Mother said.
There’s no use crying, Mother said.Let her stay down here, Grandfather said.
Let her stay down here, Grandfather said.I should say not, Mother said. The Graffs are coming. What do you suppose they’d say if they saw her having a fit right in the middle of the living room?
I should say not, Mother said. The Graffs are coming. What do you suppose they’d say if they saw her having a fit right in the middle of the living room?The Graffs, the Graffs, Grandfather said. What about Laura? She’s your own daughter. What do you care about the Graffs?
