Subject: presumptuous

From: "Hilary Dodson" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 23:33:12 +0200

Butthis kind you tell of must be dreadful.
Eastward the Rim zigzagged endlessly into pale cold purple.
Wal, Miss Lucy, this is wash-day for us, said Mrs.
Come an see us, invited the mother, addressing Lucy, and the growndaughter added: By. Edds beehives, said Mary, with grave importance. Its to make better homes for the children.
Points of rim ran out, narrow, broken,sloping, apparently to sheer off into the void. He has five girls and four boys, all bornin that little one-room hut. Then we all have to pack water from way down. They seemed so still, so calm, so white and sweet. She did not like thelook of this place, but she was broad-minded enough to wait.
The motherespied Lucy and greeted her with a smile.
She knew intuitively that she had struckthe right chord in this old backwoodsman.
Over against that impulsive impression Lucy had the crudeness of thescene to oppose it. Wal, I aint shore, jest yet, he returned. Which wasDick and which Joe she could not tell yet.
I reckon the frost wont do them peachblossoms no good.
Moststriking of all was the fragrance of pine. Shore shell be thar, teacher, said Denmeade.
She knew intuitively that she had struckthe right chord in this old backwoodsman. You see weve only had school-teachers a few years.